Baldie, the pointless homosexual, believes that eating steak once a week will transform him from a pathetic anorexic runt into a he-man with arms the size of Schwarzenegger's chest. Equally bizarrely the hairless twat believes the weekly steak will have a greater bodybuilding effect if consumed on a Friday. Thus, Friday night is Baldie's Steak Night.
Don't go in the kitchen, that gay cunt's in there.
The smelliest, gentlest, cutest most perfect farts that have ever graced the nasal cavities of a member of the human race. Let alone the most powerful farts ever created since the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
It has been said they hold mystical qualities / properties. Including but not limited to, being able to cure cancer, blindness, and terminal disease.
I was just at a Billie Eilish concert the other day. I scored backstage passes, and when walking by her dressing room, I caught a whiff of rotten sulfur egg, and sour cream beans and cheese, and I knew I'd just inhaled Billie Eilish's Farts.
This guy is the sexiest guy alive, who isn't even afraid to go half-naked in front of thousands of people, who writes the best punk songs out there with awesome sexy Mike and Tre,