if you claim your farts in a public setting.

you are hands down the realest yet nasty mothachucka in the building.

couldn't be me; i ain't getting caught slipping. if i slip a fart it's gonna' be a big ass game of clue sprinkled with guess who. you gon' need sherlock holmes to figure this mystery out. better call scobby doo and the gang cuz' jinkies i bet you ain't gonna figure out it was me.

point fingers all you want, because i'm rubber and you're glue.

fuck you mean.

=]

its 2019

senpai out here shootin' every shot he can.

but for real, that bad bitch polymerization dance is an offer that gon' be on the table for a hot minute.

think about it, kouhai.

this is the realest ish i neva' wrote:

i got this iphone xr, right? dope phone—screen is exactly i  prefer backsides. big. but the biggest issue is that there is no mothachuckin' home button. the phone is just one thicc ass screen. so when i pull it out my pocket or whatever, i'm out here channeling my inner daredevil and whatnot. a brotha' really gotta feel around the edges of the phone and try to locate the front speaker because that indicates the top of the phone. out here got me lookin' like ray charles because there is no home button. smh. apple out here really teaching folks how to involuntary read braille and i don't know how to feel about that.

i also have become a walking-talking airpod meme. so you broke boi's don't say a single word to me because i don't speak welfarenese.

/laughs in airpods.

let us do the bad bitch fusion dance and put our skills together.

i'll dead-ass on the highest of keys do all the world building stuff if you keep the house lookin' nice and clean. you can be a glorified trophy wife.

shounen school setting is my shit and i miss it with the passion of one thousand frogs croaking under the glow of a full moon.

let me find out im in the presence of a bad bitch.

but in all seriousness cheer up its friday.