“I didn’t come crying to her. I told her to handle it before I do. Not afraid of you or her by any means. What? Ohhhh, y-you–you wanna drink my blood?” I pouted sarcastically. “You and her plotting to drain me of my life source? TRY IT,” I threatened. “Nothing but Popeyes, Del Taco, and random milkshakes filled with bullshit sugar in the middle of the night! I taste like pure shit!”
Birdie is off the chain!! 🤣🤣😭
