Listen, dude, I know youz trying to block out da bad choices youz making, but this is ridiculous. I’m yo Jiminy Cricket, da mutha fuckin voice of yo conscience. Uh lil bug in uh fuckin top hat speaking to youz from da edge of yo collarbone. But it would hep if youz turned yo hearing aid up.
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atta boy!
We needs to hav uh serious chat about yo decision-making n life choices, but thinking dat uh stick o’ dynamite wuz uh burrito…bad on da microwave n yo jaw is in uh mutha fukin sling hanging by yo old lady’s garter. Look! at that majestic lil condom (condor) witout its cage on da prairie of da kitchen’s noleum.”hungry” is not an excuse fo domestic terrorism in yo own kitchenette!
“Don’t youz mumble at me. I can’t hear youz through da medical tape. Youz lucky da spark plug in yo pocket didn’t go off next. From now on, I am vetting everythin that goes into yo mouth. Foil wrappers? nah. Shit wit fuses? absolutely not. Next time youz get da midnight munchies, youz wake up da old ho, or youz eat uh sleeve of saltines like uh civilized foke. . Youz copy me, or do I need to tap dance on yo cranium? “
