She noticed it was hot when she took it, but she talks so d*** much, she didn’t really pay attention until she bit down on it and papped that mouth up. And I guess I can’t really say bit down on it, because the biscuit was so rubbery, it didn’t separate. Now, I know this was not showing the Lord’s way, and believe me when I say I’d never done anything like that before or after, but I was sick of this lady, and I wasn’t going to let her eat that biscuit. Even if we stopped and got something else, one of them would still get home and feel left out with just one biscuit there. I just hoped the bus would be late and I could make sure there were two of something….and there was, but on THAT DAY, Carmen didn’t eat my son’s sausage biscuit. It was mean, but I have to admit I did it… Don’t judge me, pray for me. And please, whatever you do, don’t try to eat my kid’s food.
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