WelcomeI (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) am a doormat☒
First of all, I am not what my given name: the label my primary childrear[end]ers aka: biological parents[1] stuck on me, means, even though much of my life I have had to put up with being treated that way: doormat.
Not exactly: "Bradford" means broad river crossing, i.e.: a passageway (convenience, amenity...) over the flow of the vicissitudes of life for people to tread on to keep their knickers or whatever clothes they are wearing from getting wet.
What a shame that they have to still get their shoes or feet wet. Mea culpa.
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Footnotes
- ↑ My parents were, metaphorically, a rear end collision for me. Entirely literally they liked to subject me to anal enemas when I did not "produce" to their satisfaction.
