“When I think about Benz…how nice she is to me. Her pretty eyes and…the way she moves around at work. How she whips icing. It…it makes my thing poke up.” “Ard Ma,” Daun rubbed his forehead. “Give us the room right quick.” “You better not corrupt my baby boy.” “I’m not a baby,” Oak grunted. “My thing is up so I’m a man now.”
