So my daughter got caught up with some 30-something bro with a shitty beard. You know, that tiny patch of pubic hair on his chin that will never become a real fucking beard? I mean, what do you even do with that shit? And the stringy pubes over his upper lip were even worse. It's like a 12 year-old who's scared to death to shave it because he's afraid it'll never grow back. Turns out i was right - again. Bro was an assclown. Lazy, low effort, unfaithful. She finally figured it out after burning away a year of her life. She swears I never told her but I totally did. She hates when I'm right. It's just life, bro.
