Everyone, start teaching your kids the valuable lesson of never backing down no matter how wrong you are.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I called this kid in the grade below me “Allen” for an entire year despite the fact that his name was Derrick.
Why? Because you're not wrong unless you acknowledge you are.
PROVE ME WRONG! You can't. The cyclicality of my logic won't allow for it.
That's what makes the lady sending these text messages a beacon of self-worth.
She's clearly not talking to Wendy, but she won't let that stop her from acting like she is.
Simple mistake.
Never. Back. Down.
Never. Back. Down.
Never. Back. Down.
Never. Back. Down.
Never. Back. Down.
Never. Back. Down.
Never. Back. Down.
For real, though, I hope Wendy is OK and got her nephew that cake.
