Business idea — hear me out:
Instead of mom’s dance party night…
Parents’ night out to twerk and get nasty.
I think we could save a lot of kids from getting snapped at by grumpy folks if we just let the mamis and papis and mapas and zaddies get down four on the floor. Ask me how I know. 😂😂😂
What if, it was kinda ok for parents to still enjoy being themselves sometimes?
No marital aid can touch Miami, Detroit, Chicago, B-more and Hotlanta butt-thumping music.
That is my thesis statement.
Oh, for sure.
But I think the missing element from many a parents’ relationship is booty bass.
They just don’t know it yet.
