I ain't know nothing about no punky-brewster and I hells no never put my nose to no myrtle turtle. But I KNOW if you wanna say I was "digesting," it hasn't been enough of any significance to bring up even as a snack. Maybe you're just hungry right now making these posts? Weed gives you the munchies eh? Not to get personal but I call it as I see it.
I know what went down in my past, and what you say I wasn't I can firmly say I was: I was a naive child in a cockroach-filled den: she didn't even trust completely that I was over 18, and the bug problem upon questioning she said was brought to the attention of her landlords multiple times. And the trophy boyfriend thing: that woman pulled me in front of her friends and coworkers on a leash at every opportunity. At no point did she ever care to see what went on in my life, nor acquiesce to meeting my friends (who I might add were creeps as well.)