If you have a Fortnite-obsessed kid, you’ve probably heard them call you “bruh”, beg you for V-Bucks so they can get new “skins”, and talk about snipers 24/7.
By that I mean, everybody is unique and should be judged only by the content of their character.
Working from home is super easy when you also have toddlers and babies and an annoying dog. This email is an example. Super. Fun.
All I have for you is one simple piece of conjecture upon which I am basing my argument that Chelsea Clinton is bad at B-jobs.
Kids continue to be kids, and parents continue to roast the shit out of them for it on Twitter, just like the good lord intended.
And the most important question is… who’s gonna clear that shit for us STAT if we die unexpectedly?
Unfortunately, you either know someone who fits in one or more of these categories, or you do YOURSELF.
Enjoy this time while it lasts, considering that the next few holidays are all about family togetherness, and there’s truly nothing more bone-chilling or spine-tingling than that!