You boys, come inside.
“What’s up, Pops?”
Go to my office.
Have a seat.
I take off my leather belt, fold it in two, and then snap it. SNAP!
“Are we gonna get a whoopin’?!”
One of y’all for sure — maybe both of you.
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If Elon Musk and Donald Trump Were My Own Children
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