He's a garrbae i mean, he's still pretty bad.

I know he's shit, but he's my garrbae. There's still a little bae inside of him.

My garrbae, He's trash, still mine though.

Wife: “Have you put the sheets out to dry and put the towels on?”
Husband: “Yes. You know I am a grown adult also used to live alone so you do not need to micro marrige me”