woman to bring home to meet the parents.

You feel sorry for him. He's getting clowned on left and right, when really he is genuinely trying to be a good dude. A zesty dude, sure, but still a human being. And you know for a fact he's never done anything with some kids.

"I think you should listen to what your heart tells you man. Stop caring so much about what some niggas think. You deserve better than what you get... crodie," You **** yourself to say it, knowing it will make his day.

Drake's face lights up and... oh god, are those tears in his eyes?

"Yes, yes you're right." He nods as the faucets open up, putting his hands together across his mouth and nose, as if he's a female that just got proposed to. Fuck this. You're outta here.

"Alright, uh, glad I could help." You get up and leave him to his profound moment of self-realization or whatever emotional shit is happening back there.