She reached into the oven to grab a pan and forgot the oven mitt, she screamed “ son of a biscuit maker ”.

You have a terrible morning and yell “son of a biscuit maker” what did I do to deserve this.

“Son of a biscuit maker” yelled the drunk as he fell down the stairs.

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak