Dad.
Aim to the sky, maybe you'll shoot a plane.
Both cant work without chains.
Me: How do you know what weed smells like ! Busted, mister! You're grounded for a week. Dad: Okaayy :(
The hip replacement guy. /dad
Everyone knows black people can't work a full week.
They both only take one to ruin a neighborhood.
Me: Words Him: Can you say more Me: More Him: Me: I'm also good at directions
Post office.
A brunch.
Because they're made from cultures! Edit: Five BLM members disliked this post.
