Charli tries to roast me: Roses are red, violets are blue, and you look like poo.
Me: You must have been born on the highway because that's where most accidents happen.
Charli tries to roast me: Roses are red, violets are blue, and you look like poo.
Me: You must have been born on the highway because that's where most accidents happen.
Alright, listen up, buttercup. Charli tries to burn our guy with a weak-ass poem, saying he looks like poo. Then our guy comes back swinging, telling Charli she must've been born on the highway because she's a total accident. It's like saying she's a mistake, which, let's be honest, you probably are too. Now go back to drooling.
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If you're serious, congratulations on getting this far in life with absolutely no comprehension of reality. If you had this kind of knowledge about driving a car, you'd be sitting 30 feet away from it, throwing pieces of pickles at a barn and shouting ‘shazam’ into an empty iPhone case, wondering why the car wasn't moving .