“Show me your ID.”
Pixelized by smoke.
“Wait. Where’s my iphone?”
Wasabi burns my nose.
Hands free kissing!
This will be on the test!
I can sing well like people who think they sing well.
I took a wrong baby home..
They say to me, “You’ve got balls.”
I fart cool, in front of fans for ventilation.
I am tuning myself to cleaning mode.
Yes, I am just uprising.