We will barbecue and devour you! We will grind your bones into dust, and I will snort it as though snuff! As though crack cocaine! Your bones will be flour for my bread!
Fake as fuck!
Both of those things are to do with cooking which, we all know, Imp expects his mother to do and wouldn't help her out with.
Fake as fuck!
Both of those things are to do with cooking which, we all know, Imp expects his mother to do and wouldn't help her out with.
Try harder!
Well at least you acknowledge that there is at least some use for gender traitors - even if it is just being your dinner.
You do the Rasta thing and make your own plates and cutlery too?
A completely self sufficient man don't need no wimmin to bother them.