We've been helping my sister and brother-in-law move all weekend. About an hour into Day 2, the BIL stops me mid-sentence to inform me that using the words "bitch" and "fuck" as often as I do is unnecessary and completely inappropriate. That a-hole has some nerve, y'all. There I was, sweating my ass off helping him move his shit and he feels the need to ask me to filter what comes out of my mouth?! - I would if I could, but I just can't push it out.
- He likes to stick hard things in his mouth.
- What is penis elbow?
Just shake it till it comes out.- Suck on this.
- I think he was black in another life.
- Just the tip, I promise.
- Quit yanking on it!
- My belly is full of Dave.
- Someone smells like ass. Oh, wait... that's me.
- My elbow is so sore.
- Everyone's sucking on something but me.
- He LOOKS like he owns a mini-van.
My peeps have got some nasty-ass potty mouths, don't they?! And they wonder why the hell I'm full of "bitches" and "fucks." It's THEIR fault!
