| Call me Butter, cause I’m on a roll. |
Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day unless you want to lure in crap eating dogs
| That awkward moment when you bark back at a dog to show him who the real boss is. |
| In life, the hardness of the butter is always proportional to the softness of the bread. |
Daughters are suppose to run to daddy not from him, Sons hold moms not hit them, Life’s cruelest joke ids convincing kids their grown before they can be kids.