But I refuse to go with that stereotype.
But now they have a lot of violins
Because he was robbin' hood.
A rapscallion.
It's full of bad apples.
A twerkey?
In the spaghetto.
everyone is facepalming
... Spaget it?
- My dad yesterday evening.
The spaghetto.
Ordered a cafe mocha at a ghetto McDs. African American "Barrista" asks me "you want the chocolate drizzle?"
I replied: "drizzle my nizzle" in the most white snoop dogg voice i could muster.
Barrista laughed. Daughter shrank. I then held my head high for the rest of the day. F'n proud was I.
A spa-ghetto
Dad: "Oh look, we're entering the French Ghetto" Me: looks up and sees sign for town called LeCompton Many Groans were had
W: I am a terrible wrapper
Me: I know. I definitely wouldn't call you Yeezy.
W: I hate you right now.
Later on while still wrapping.
W: You are so much better at wrapping than I am
Me: I am still not at Yeezy level yet
W: I'm going to stab you with these scissors
One present left, and just scraps of wrapping paper left, and I decide to not let them go to waste.
W: Don't be a ghetto wrapper
Me: Like Yeezy?
W: I want a divorce
The Spa-Ghetto
We're roaming around the mall and we pass a Kirkland's. For those of you that don't know, Kirkland's sells furniture and decorations. My friend goes, "Wait, what's that store?" I tell him that's a home-y store. He his me with, "Oh, I didn't know we were in the ghetto, we'd better get out of this area. It's not safe."
