when your so called “homeboy” finally sits with you, but instead of smth normal you have to hear questions from this mf like “ayo twin how much M&Ms your foreskin can hold” and “how much hair from ass you can rip out by single pull of 2 fingers”
When you come home from a 7 hour shift at McDonald barely able to take off your shoes, lay down on your bed and your hb(an evolutionary mistake) calls you offering you matching pubic haircuts in the shape of the numbers 6&7 and to scam 7-year-olds in Adopt Me