Oh no you didn’t! Say I won’t give you the business about your girl!

What did you just say about my girlfriend? Let me ask you this then, how you gonna date a sloppy joe with legs? Hows your girl gonna look like a sock puppet with a mustache? Why is your woman’s lazy eye movin slower than a crippled hippo on a Sunday. Why does your girl’s ass look like a bowl of soft serve in a hot tub? Is that your girl’s breath or is somebody pan frying butter scotch in an out house. That’s right I said it, your girlfriend looks like Bob Barker got the flu and put on a swimsuit. Ok ok I’ll ease up on you… oh wait is that your lady getting out of the elevator? Or is that Scrappy Doo about to tell us who the real ghost is?
Son, why did your girl just pull out a Klondike bar and say her iphone melted? I’m serious dog, tell your girlfriend to stop break dancing for bacon in the Wendy’s parking lot. And why is your girlfriend still wearing camouflage to Easter egg hunts? What your woman needs to do is stop trying to put toast in the freezer to make bread. Damn that bitch stupid. You shouldn’t have gotten me started. Now I’m gonna have to ask you this, did your girl get a ankle bracelet? No? Oh, that’s just a bike lock someone put on a tenderloin. Well anyways, I gotta run, tell your girl I said hi, and remember it’s not her fault her neck fat looks like a wet sour dough loaf necklace with raisins in it.