You can pronounce it however you want. But you know in your heart that it’s “sap”. You can try to hide from that reality, but sooner or later you’re going to have to face it.
You’re forty-something years old! Get over yourself!
Cram it up your ass.
You are not a part of my life. Please leave.
That is when they exploit my weakness.
I promise you, everything’s going to be okay. We’ll get there.
Look, he won the fucking race, man. Respect. I mean, he beat me.
It averages out to about one outburst per month.
So, are you in? Are you go?
Ya wanna watch me pee?
You can try, but you’ll never guess in a million years. So I don’t recommend spending that much time on this.
We used to make fun of people like you.
Everything is okay now. Be at peace.
They always give her the rock-n-roll naked chick poses.
I didn’t mean any of it. I was joking the entire time.
These people are profoundly fucking toxic. It’s not my fault. They’re fucking toxic.
I’ve met people like that. They made me question the value of being alive.