

π© I picked my own path, ya know? Back when I was just a little, my folks presented me with three options: a comb, some dough π΅, and a book π. I had to pick just one of 'em. Well, I went with the comb 'cause I wanted to grow up lookin' pretty as a flower πΈ. If I chose the money, I'd be rollin' in cash, and if I went for the book, I'd be one brainy individual. But now, I'm all grown up and ain't nobody dictatin' my choices no more. So I'm choosin' everything! πWhat about you? What would you have gone?π