“I hope you’re not joking” “Is it really in there?” “Why did you make it?”. I appreciate this kid’s healthy cynicism and wish to subscribe to his newsletter.
It’s actually “goat mouth”. It’s Jamaican Patois, basically it’s “you goddamn motherfucker”.
“ah yeah, hug the judge, made it past 5th grade and there I was”
I know, right? I was legitimately looking forward to a bunch of 8 years old rapping “You goat mouth mammy fucker”.
And it was in front of her tween/teenage daughters too. Like, on how many levels are you trying to fuck up your kids?
That donut is currently my raison d’être. Like, I’m not having kids because I don’t think I could love them as much as I love this donut.
I appreciate both you and your references. Have some spaghetti.
Yooooooo, I just ate a maple bacon donut from a food truck at the farmers market near my office. I’ve been craving it since I ate one at last week’s farmers market. And on my run this morning some gross dude called me “big momma” as I ran past his car.
Sadly, only available through the never ending USA network rerun marathons. FUCK YOU PRODUCERS, GIVE ME STABLER OR GIVE ME THE POOR FACSIMILE THAT IS NICK AMARO. I’M GOING TO KEEP WATCHING IT EITHER WAY BUT I’LL BE STEWING IN MY IMPOTENT RAGE.
What I’m saying is that I’m like 94% sure this is a real time picture of you
You get the daily double jackpot if the victim is an incoming freshman at Hudson University and/or Jared used to gamble with Rollins.
Do you even history, bro?