B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
I don’t want your money. I want your present. No present, no food. Simple, cheap, and full of rage.
You’re giving me cash? That’s not a present. I want something my baby can hold.
You think money is a present? I’ll give you a sandwich and a side of disappointment.
No gift, no snack. That’s the rule. Don’t break it.