This is a poncho.

And neither is a reason to call someone's mother.

Really? When was the last time you left the house?

I mean, why even have kids if you can't stick by them when shit falls apart, or like-- like if you're the fucking reason, I mean-- You know, all these old narcissistic fucking alcoholics should just crawl in a hole and fucking die.

What have you done?

I finally chose one of the good ones.

We have to do something.

I got the flowers. Became serious.

Mommy needs to lose a few pounds.

You wanna help mommy be beautiful again? No.