Wasn't in a program but my 9th grade math class was me and 2 girls at a table outside the class room with algebra books.
Fren sends his son to libtard college, comes back a girl in first year.
Just knowing where to go isn't sufficient. How to place an order must be a shared secret. Shared how?
Watch the libtard meltdown begin as it becomes painfully obvious that
Prolicide is NOT Parenthood!
Repent, meaning turn around and do things differently.
Pay for any damages of course, make them whole in every way possible. Earn their trust this time.
Fuck off Wilcock, your third-person voice is fuking phony!