The fuck you looking up Dad for? You should know what a Dad is, you stupid fuck. Quit being a dumb-ass, y'all know what a Dad is.
Loser: "Gee-Hee i look up what a Dad is since i do not know hurpadur
Normal Person: "You got a fuck-ton of stupid in ya brain if you don't know what a Dad is"
Normal Person: "You got a fuck-ton of stupid in ya brain if you don't know what a Dad is"
by Flamingbutthole June 16, 2015
man: yo dad, i was totally trippin over that bitch last night.
man 2: you mean the ho with the Bruce Springstein tattoo?
man: fuck that. that shit was tight.
man 2: you mean the ho with the Bruce Springstein tattoo?
man: fuck that. that shit was tight.
by asian1 January 31, 2008
by dont askiplease April 12, 2019
by Tjshdhejeje April 22, 2019
White guy-Your mum gey xd
Black guy- Your dad lesbian
White guy- At least I have a dad
Black guy-...
White guy- Stupid Nigger
Black guy- Your dad lesbian
White guy- At least I have a dad
Black guy-...
White guy- Stupid Nigger
by Nigger_Faggot69 April 20, 2018
I want to beat you to death with a blunt object.
I want to grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your ribcage in.
I want to sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the lead ends in your mouth, and punch the erasers.
I want to strap you to a bed of nails and then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake.
I want to burn your dog in front of you, mix his ashes with gunpowder, melt his bone-shaped name tag into a small metal ball, load it all into a musket, and shoot you in the face with it.
I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and then somehow not survive a small fender bender on the way back from the hospital.
thank you that poems called dad
-bo burnham
I want to grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your ribcage in.
I want to sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the lead ends in your mouth, and punch the erasers.
I want to strap you to a bed of nails and then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake.
I want to burn your dog in front of you, mix his ashes with gunpowder, melt his bone-shaped name tag into a small metal ball, load it all into a musket, and shoot you in the face with it.
I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and then somehow not survive a small fender bender on the way back from the hospital.
thank you that poems called dad
-bo burnham
dad
by that dumb shit November 21, 2018