advices that i don't want
Sometimes people worry more about me than I worry about myself.
They worry about when the fuck I’m going to get married—like, seriously, you don’t even have a daughter. And even if you did, she’d probably want to be fucked by some rich white guy with jet-black hair and an eight-pack.
They worry about when the fuck I’m going to shave my beard.
When the fuck I’m going to wear new clothes.
When the fuck I’m going to buy expensive shoes.
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