I'm about sick and damn tired of bananas. You are not my momma! My mom was on Moesha, yo. What universally loved sitcom have you been on? Oh, wait a sec, none. You were old, tired and fat. Now you're old, tired and fat with a baby. A baby that's not me. You suck. Deal with it. Okay...seriously, give me a Cheeto or I will springboard my ass off something and punch you right in face. Or in the ovaries. I might look sweet, but you only see me once a week. So I don't care. I will kill you with my bare little hands if you look at me in the eyes or try to rub your neckne on me. Stop it woman!! This is a face of a porcelain goddess. That's what my moms says. She also says you're never going to get rid of your baby weight. Ohhhh, burn. When's this damn show y'all been filmin' gonna freakin' air? Dear god help me, if you embarass me in front of my preschool friends, I will poop all over your face and not even think one minute about it. I will laugh and point and take pictures and sell them to the paparazzi for approximately $25,000. Word. KoFed, represent.

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