Me: How do you know when it’s true love?
Grandma: If you are willing to take his half-chewed food from his mouth and finish eating it, that’s true love.
Me: Eeeew!
Grandma: It’s true! Why the first time I laid eyes on your grandfather, I told myself, ‘For that boy, I’d swallow’.
Grandma: If you are willing to take his half-chewed food from his mouth and finish eating it, that’s true love.
Me: Eeeew!
Grandma: It’s true! Why the first time I laid eyes on your grandfather, I told myself, ‘For that boy, I’d swallow’.
What the fucking fuck. Creía que habías puesto "jartància extremà" porque mi pantalla estaba sucia y parecía que hubiera un acento en la a. (Viva la drogaaaaaaaaaaaaa)
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