Yeah so now I get this “you’re talking about my father at the mall”
Fucking so, what are you still stuck in your fathers balls like some old grey haired man or what.
Why can’ you all live your own lives, let me guess the old prick has your allowance and you have to keep running back and forth to the couch for him because he got a bad back now he thinks all the kids and non grey hair people do that for him at his seat at the Food Court.
To me, that is the definition of homosexual.