Papa me. Papa I.
But, like, I only like it when you call Me BIG popppA and when you THROW YO HAANnnaDDSSs In the AiRrrRrrRRR
If a lady texted me this. Hah. Haha. Hahahaha.
Knock knock. Who’s there? It’s me. Papa’s in the house.
Blue cheese is hella nasty. So count me in. Sub 3 marathon, we out hyuhhhh!!!
I hope that you’re alright with me running in my American flag short-shorts.