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I swear, it's always the girls who ruin the barbecue too, whether it be drama, or like some stupid shit like dropping something, or, or, or, it's always the girls, but look at her, she just went, she went vroooom, she came right in, right towards the barbecue, you coulda swerved, bro, you coulda swerved, anywheres else, anywheres else, bro, come on.
Even when it's the ****** messing up the barbecue, they messing it up because they fighting over a girl, you know what I mean? They ain't with me. Anyway, you can't live without them, you can't live without, wait, wait, wait, wait. You can't live with them and you can't live without them.
Hey Coast, a shout out to you. Sue, it does appear like the woman on the bike couldn't control, you know, the bike itself. Maybe it was too much of a caliber for her, I'm not sure. I do wonder if she might be under the influence. But with the way she crashed into the barbecue itself, it does appear like she's under the influence.
So, with that being said, I would first check her to make sure she is okay. Then I would proceed to, you know, assess how and what we were going to eat, you know, because she ruined dinner. It is very unfortunate, but, you know, that's the reality of the situation.
I would, you know, ask her to help pay for dinner, considering that she, you know, like where's the barbecue? It's on the ground, with the food on the ground with it, you know. And then I would reconsider in possibly inviting her again to another cookout. Because if she can't control her liquor like that, no, that's a vibe kill.
You're a fine kill. Shut up! Please. Oh no, she's driving me crazy. I have a car and a barbecue. Shut the hell up. Please. God damn it bro, you made me frustrated so freaking bad. My skin was freaking boiling dude. My blood was boiling dude.