Nah, bro. I ain't showing. I ain't doing that shit, bro.

I don't know why, why I love this type of content, but 10 out of 10! WOO! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Oh. My. God. Like. Mommy? Like. Can you just, like, come here and do that in front of me, please? Like, in my face, wherever, I literally don't care.

I mean, they didn't squash out the ingredients. I definitely would just put it in my soup. Shine bright shadow out. Boop.

I would not eat that sandwich, and I would beat the hell out of somebody with that plate. I am not the person you play with food. That is not me. I would beat the hell out of somebody with that plate, until they're unconscious. And I would break their hand so they would never mess with somebody's food again. That's just me though.

I may have started something new called the smash sandwich.