My Other Ride is Your Mother
Last Saturday, my boys (Nate, Rith) and I were walking and bugging in the mall. A woman walked infront of us, looked back and said, “pervert.” I replied, “Bitch! What’s your problem?” But she kept on walking. We were like, “What was that all about?” Half an hour later, I looked at Nate’s T-shirt and realized why she called us that.