Sorry, I yelled at you the other night. I was in the middle of making your mom airtight, again, and you crying because their wasn’t enough Lucky Charms Cereal to make a third bowl for yourself, pissed me off...
You couldn’t have been with my mother, because your preference is the male organ, Penis, and below is the proof, where you, beaver, in the flesh, admitting it below:
"He is far from Stupid"
”person, who happens to have an above-average level of intelligence”
