So imagine your me and have the opportunity to go to Branson over spring break...MY COUSIN STARTS SHIT-TALKING MY FATHER (who sucks) IN FRONT OF ME ITS LIKE I KNOW HE'S A PIECE OF SHIT BUT IM THE ONLY ONE THAT GETS TO TALK ABOUT HIS ABUSIVE BALD LOOKING ASS (which I don't really give a shit about) AND THEN WHEN WE WERE AT A BUFFET OR WHATEVER THE FUCKING RESTAURANT'S NAME WAS WE JOKE ABOUT HOW MIKE (their dad) IS JUST MY UBER THEN I SAY SOMETHING LIKE "I eat my Uber drivers when I'm lonely" WHICH IS NOT TRUE WHATSOEVER!!!! SO TELL ME WHY I LOOK OVER IN THE CAR (on the road after the thingy) AND SEE THIS BITCH CHANGING THEIR PRONOUNS ON DISCORD TO I/eat/my/Uber/drivers
GO DIE IN A HOLE LILLI
OH WAIT!! You'd like that wouldn't you?!
