i said "you don't wanna know what the problem is."
and she said "i wanna know what the problem is so i can get the problem fixed."
i said "you don't wanna know what the solution to your problem is and you don't wanna know what your problem is."
she says "how do you know i'm not gonna like it?" i said "i know you're not gonna like it."
so she said "just tell me what it is and i'll tell you if i like it!" and i said "maybe."
"maybe i'll tell you."
she says "why won't you tell me" and i said "the problem's your ass."
she said "what"
she said "WHAT"
i said "the problem's your fucking ass , your ass is all fucked up and you got problems with your ass."
she said "why are you saying this to me" and i said "it's your fucking problem,
"you're the one with the fucked up ass"
she started to storm out so i said "wait"
she said "WHAT" i said "wait."
she said "what, is this about my ass?!"
and i said "no. kind of.
"your ass is mad fucked up and you don't wanna face the problem."
she said "what's your problem?!" and i said "my problem
"is that you come in here with a fucked up ass and you don't want someone to tell you that your ass is fucked up
"i don't even know how you go to the bathroom
"i don't even know how you sit on things
"when you stand up, where does your ass go?
"where was your ass in the first place?
"where was 🌔your ass in 1969?
"where was your ass on 9/11? i thought you said you'd 🇺🇸never forget"
she said "i'm leaving" and i said "not before you get your official diagnosis
"here it is: you're fucked up and your ass is fucked up
"are you ready for the solution?"
she said "what" and i said "here's the solution. are you ready?"
