You really gonna lie on me and call me a c00n
Mfer ya came in wearing girbauds and sauconeys. Then had the nerve to ask the stocker did they have some moon pies in the back. Who the fukk eat moon pies. Everyday you come in this bytch on sum bullshyt. Yesterday u tried to get a refund from the ranch chicken wings from the hot deli because there wasnt no seasoning on it. We knew yo dumbass licked them off. We saw the grease on that rusty ass gildan shirt. Every time you pay for shyt, the damn dollars always crumbled and the change stuck together. Now in suppose to believe yo funky ass only got a gatorade today. I woulda gave ya ass an otis asswhooping if my gout wasnt acting up. And stop harrassing them old ass white women that come to pick up there prescription from the pharmacy