Listen, I told you one time, I'mma tell you two times. You lie to me once? I'mma put yo ass through a mothaf**kin wall. You lie to me twice? I'mma start screamin. I'mma start screamin on dat a*s. I'll be like—I'll be like—OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! That'll be the last thing you'll ever hear, b**ch.

This car right here? They call me the Silver Bullet. They call me all kinds of things, they call me Argon. They call-they call me Dark Child. They call me Night Masta. They call me Peabody. They call me Peanut Arbuckle. They call me Doorway. They call me Pink Dress. They call me Sweezy. They all me GoGo Nuts. They call me Pineapple Man.

It's like dat. Every moment together with me, would've been pure, golden, obliterated light and pleasure. B**ch, I'm angelic.

You know what Bert? You always was a silly h*e. Imma tell you like this.

I'm royalty. And I gave you the keys to the moth*f***ing kingdom. How could you do dis to me girl? Don't you rememba we used to sing the alphabet togetha? A B C D E F, you know how it go, G.

You treated me like you would treat a doooeg. A ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dooeg in the street. Maybe dis little puppy wanna come out of the rain, get some MILK. MAYBE this little puppy wants to go down to the pound house, and find him another b**ch.

What I'm apposed to do wit dat, Bert? Am I apposed to put a collar on dat, feed you some biscuits? H*e. The way you treated me, was undesirable. Unwarranted. Undeserved. Unflatuous. Unnarcumptious. That's why you a h*e.

Greg Gibson, the home plate umpire, motioning to both players. And the Dodgers celebrating in their dugout. Thaaat's into the right field corner, Robinsooonnnn... Nice catch for out number one! Well, I am a wizard from the future. BOOM! I'm a real doctor! If you had your walk-up music created, who would compose it and/or sing it, and what kind of music would it be? Eh you know what? That's a good question.

Holy f*cking sh*t. I want to bang the green M&M so f*cking bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I see the new commercial I get a massive er*ction. I've seen literally every rule 34 post there is of her online. My dreams are nothing but constant f*cking s*x with Green M&M. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted inside of Green M&M's tight candied p*ssy. I want her to have my mutant human/Candy babies.

F*ck, my f*cking mom caught me with the neighbors M&Ms bowl. I'd dressed it in my sister's skirt and went to f*cking town. She hasn't said a word to me in 10 hours and I'm worried she's gonna take away my computer. I might not ever get to see Green M&M again.

Listen, I told you one time. I'mma tell you two times. You lie to me once, I'mma put yo ass through a mothaf*ckin wall. You lie to me twice? I'mma start screaming. I'mma start screaming on dat ass. I'll be like--I'll be like OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. That'll be the last thing you'll ever hear, b*tch.

oi your from OH? lol im from WV!

lol, you suck