Boogie woogies make this claim constantly when they are confronted about their future. They make plenty of money with their form of three r's (robbin', rapin', and riotin'.)
Tyrone addressing the school principal: "Hey moefoe! I don't like school. Don't need no booklearnin'."
These are borderline human beings that sneak around while everyone else is working and steal sandwiches and soda from lunchroom refrigerators. They are rarely reprimanded because the owner of the company is a republican and loves the cheap labor.
"Ha, Ha. Doris, head of the lunchroom thieves, is going to be surprised when she realizes I spiked that coca-cola with phenolphtalien." See "making the brown rumble".
Usually right after lunch break in a factory, employees will fill up the six stalls in the men's room and engage in team pooping. They will talk about useless sports news while they pound one out. The medley of aroma is strangling and will make your eyes burn. If you hold your nose, you will taste it. Truly makes you wish you would have stayed in school.
"Look at Jeremy. He just experienced his first team pooping. Either you love it or you hate it. I think he hates it."
One stinking, fat, drunken, uneducated welfare witch. She drinks cheap whiskey all day and breathes booze breath on everyone she encounters. She has really bad breath, and smokes like a chimney. Her kids take care of themselves all day in their government subsidised housing, tearing up the place and throwing poop at each other, while she whores it up at the local watering hole. A lot of her kids are retarded from fetal alcohol syndrome. She has a rear end the size of New Hampshire.
"If I had a choice between being with that whiskey pig or death, I would chose death."
When a person makes a pouting face that resembles a fishes face. Also someone who is upset is "guppying".
"I can't believe that pookie. She has been such a guppy all week."
When one takes a horrendous commode shattering crap. It sounds horrible and smells even worse.
"Oh, no, here comes that slobby truck driver again. He comes here just for the purpose of making the brown rumble and never buys anything. Quick, get the "out of order" sign for the restroom.
What a frustrated crime monkey blurts out after he punches a standing rib roast at Cub Foods.
$14.99 a poun'? Thud..Thud..Smack...Slap.. ain't gonna pay dat for the moefoe.