you know when you're like trying to open a packet but like the little foldable thing that you meant to grab onto like isn't there yeah well this is how I usually feel

Yes, Queen.

My kid broke my window and my mirror. I'm calling everybody I know to beat this bitch's ass like, I know. And I know those are old people and like little girls. So like, why aren't they beating his car up or taking pictures of his car like, like a license plate and shit? Cause me personally, I wouldn't let that slide.