F.a.S.b

My mom said I was born during a F. a. S. b fight. I’m still mad.

She threw her kid at me and said, 'This is how we do it, baby.'

They came after me at the grocery store. I ran out of bread and my life.

They let their kid punch me in the gut. I’m still sore.

I got hit with a baby and a curse. I’m going to jail.

My cousin said they fight with their kids like they’re in a gang.

I had to dodge a baby and a swear word. It was brutal.

They brought their kid to the fight. I brought a bag of chips. I lost.

My friend got tackled by a baby and a mom. She cried like a baby.

They fought with their kid like it was a wrestling match. It was wild.

I watched a F. a. S. b fight. It was like a TV show but with more screaming.

They brought their baby to the fight and it was like a drama episode.

My kid fought for me and I still got roasted. I’m not even mad.

They let their kid fight and still cussed me out. I’m impressed.

I fought with my kid and still got called a loser. It was unfair.

They threw their kid at me like I was on Jeopardy. I lost.

She threw her kid at me and said, 'You’re out!' I was still in.

They threw their baby like it was a surprise. I was shocked.