Miranda, you butt-robot! Can you fill your mouth with air and release all your strength? You sound like a dead monster that turned into a ghost, you such a piece of poo. Are you mad because you look like a cupcake and not a two-year-old human? You flying insect!
Mother’s Day breakfast
Mommy in a striped dress
Stand-up routine (I don’t get it either)
The Cat and the Fox
A cat was walking through the forest. She met a fox. I was waiting for you, he said. Me too!
Let’s marry. OK!
I want kids.
Miranda, even though it’s dirty, your face is more beautiful than the sun rising on a plank of wood.
“Ulysses with Orange Hair” by Miranda
Rocket ships
