my mom gets drunk and then goes off on a long tangent
about me being r.aped. I wish she would stop it, honestly. I
don't like knowing I'm part of the reason why she
drinks.
pfft, how much of a ho am I?
how much of a ho am I? well
let's just say that if I was a:
sandwich, I'd be a hoagie.
chip, I'd be a nacho dorit-ho.
fruit, I'd be a mang-ho.
cookie, I'd be an ore-ho.
starch, I'd be a potat-ho.
meat, I'd be pepperhoni.
fair food, I'd be a churrho.
mexican staple, I'd be a tac-ho.
beverage, I'd be hoda.
that is how much of a ho I am.
how much of a ho am I? well
let's just say that if I was a:
sandwich, I'd be a hoagie.
chip, I'd be a nacho dorit-ho.
fruit, I'd be a mang-ho.
cookie, I'd be an ore-ho.
starch, I'd be a potat-ho.
meat, I'd be pepperhoni.
fair food, I'd be a churrho.
mexican staple, I'd be a tac-ho.
beverage, I'd be hoda.
that is how much of a ho I am.
Everything happens for a reason.
