Oliver Bateman Does the WorkVerified account

When I was little, I would ask my dad to drive me somewhere, and he would almost always give the same reply: "the only things that will get you in my car are cash, gash, or grass, and you ain't got any of those." And I remember thinking, jesus, Dad, you're a car dealer

I mean, just drive your 8 year old, 150 pound son to get his Mama's Pizza and 8 sleeves of oreos.

Wow, you’ve always had a remarkable appetite

My campaigns for elementary school president, which I won, were as part of the "meat eaters party"

I can totally see that.