The poetry of small talk
And tasteless family banter:
Mom says you think you’re badass,
But she’s more badass than you.
When have I ever said I’m badass?
I’m the opposite of badass. I’m goodass!
Actually, you’re more like crooked ass.
Exactly! I like that. Call me that. That’s good.
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