Me : Oh, that was Denise. Dad: Oh, da' niece I thought it was da' nephew. Buh dum tsssssssss
Eh.
I think his riding style is pretty dope.
Dad: "Can I see your report card, son?" Son: "I don't have it." Dad: "Why?" Son: "I gave it to my friend. He wanted to scare his parents."
Dr:I'm afraid he's in critical condition *shout from inside room "You've never lived to up to your potential!"
and in the background someone replied "You ain't got enough bullets."
A little hoarse!!!
Knowing that the first couple of times you cough that the phlegm isn't yours.
Paralegal *hands him his boxers* Judge: lol Jury: We're hung Judge: ha! DA: Balls in your court Judge: DO MORE!
WHERE DA HOOD WHERE DA HOOD WHERE DA HOOD AT?
The Auntie Christ.