MY BROWNIES

I made a pan of brownies LAST NIGHT. I go downstairs today to get a brownie that I MADE AND THEYRE ALL GONE WITH THE EMTY CONTAINER LEFT. I bought the brownies. I made the brownies. AND ALL I WANTED WAS A FUCKING BROWNIE. I.HATE.LIVING.WITH.FAT.FUCKING.BITCHES. 

(Fat fucking bitches being my dad and brother)

Sorry but it you couldn’t tell I really wanted a brownie.