Maybe this is what I’ve been missing. I help the little bastard poon out into chad territory and he doesn’t have the decency to return my calls, and now he texts me? I can SEE YOUR STORY. you have literally just been meeting up with random girls. He’s probably almost my height by now, it’s been a while. Least evil passoid, smh. 6 foot because I nourished you from my own pocket, you little brat! (it’s a loving anger, I’m not actually mad at him. I want to give him a big hug. I do kind of miss when he was little though. He couldn’t say brother, so he said bro-va. very cute.)