The E-Force is a gang from the Eastside. They show off by making the number 3 with their fingers because that’s their ‘E’. If you’re in the E-Force, you think you’re the best and don’t care if people talk shit about you. They don’t start fights, but if you mess with them, you’ll regret it.
Yo, I just saw the E-Force at the store. They made the 3 sign and told the cashier to shut up.
My cousin got into a fight with the E-Force because he called them weak. Now he’s in the hospital.
I walked past the E-Force on the street, and they gave me the finger. I knew I had to respect them.
The E-Force is a crew from the Eastside. They flash the number 3 with their fingers because that’s their ‘E’. If you’re one of them, you believe you’re the best and don’t care what anyone says. They don’t start trouble, but you’d better not cross them.
My neighbor got yelled at by the E-Force because he said their leader was a crybaby. He didn’t say anything back.
I saw the E-Force at the park, and they all did the 3 sign. I knew I had to back down.
My little brother tried to mess with the E-Force, and now he’s got a black eye.
The E-Force is a gang from the Eastside. They flash the number 3 because that’s their ‘E’. If you’re with them, you think you’re the best and don’t care what anyone else says. They don’t start fights, but if you mess with them, you’ll be in trouble.
I tried to talk to the E-Force, but they just rolled their eyes and walked away. I knew I wasn’t cool enough.
My friend got the E-Force to back him up in a fight. He said they’re the best crew around.
The E-Force was hanging out near the school, and everyone else backed off. They’re the real deal.
A basement-dwelling keyboard slacker who yells compliments at girls online like they owe him money. Uses stupid emojis and fake confidence to cover up his lack of real balls and life skills.
Hey babe, you’re like a pizza with extra cheese. Hot and extra.
If you were a snack, you’d be my favorite. Like a bag of chips. But fancy.
Your face is so pretty, I might cry. Or maybe I’ll just delete my ex’s DMs.
A guy who lives in his mom’s basement, sends fake love letters to random girls online, and thinks emoticons are the same as real emotions. He’s from the middle of nowhere and has no idea how to talk to people who aren’t on the Internet.
You are so beautiful, I want to punch my dad for not being as cool as you.
If you were a fruit, you’d be a mango. Sweet and slightly weird.
Your picture is so good, I might faint. Or I’ll just send this to my mom.
You send an email to your coworker knowing it’ll start a face-to-face shouting match and then you bolt out of your chair like you’re running from a fire.
I emailed my boss I’d rather die than do this project and then I sprinted to the breakroom.
I told my teammate he smells like old pizza and then I ran like I was being chased by a goat.
I emailed my crush that I hate them and then I hid under my desk like a coward.
You drop an email on your coworker’s desk knowing it’ll start a real-life argument and then you scoot out of your seat like you’re escaping a burning building.
I told my coworker he’s the worst and then I ducked out of my office like I was hiding from a monster.
I emailed my friend that I’d rather fight than work and then I bolted like I was being chased by a mob.
I said my boss was a donkey and then I ran like I was being chased by a donkey.
The E-flat clarinet is like the runt of the clarinet litter. It’s tiny, high-pitched, and it will scream at you if you don’t play it right. It’s the reason your band sounds like a bunch of angry cats at a jazz festival.
My E-flat clarinet sounds like a toddler with a laryngitis and a megaphone.
I tried to play the E-flat clarinet, and it turned my concert into a horror movie.
The E-flat clarinetist in my band is the only one who can make the rest of us sound like we’re choking on spaghetti.
The E-flat clarinet is the tiny, annoying brother of the B-flat clarinet. It’s like having a kid who only knows how to sing in the highest register and won’t stop until everyone else is out of tune.
My E-flat clarinetist is like a kid with a kazoo and a death wish.
The E-flat clarinet made my band sound like a bunch of dogs barking at a disco.
I swear the E-flat clarinet is the only reason my band failed the auditions.
The E-flat clarinet is a tiny, high-pitched clarinet that will make you sound like you have a goat in your throat. It’s used in bands and orchestras, and it’s the reason your music sounds like a catfight at a karaoke bar.
The E-flat clarinetist in my band is the only one who can make me feel like I have a goat in my lungs.
I tried to play the E-flat clarinet, and my band sounded like a bunch of cats fighting over a sandwich.
The E-flat clarinet is the reason my band sounds like a broken kazoo at a scream club.
E-Fishing Disease is when you see someone else's fish photo online and suddenly think you're the next big thing. You swear you'll catch a fish so big it'll make the other guy look like a shrimp.
'I saw that bass picture and now I'm buying a new rod. I don't care if it costs $500.'
'He posted a photo of a 20-pound catfish, and I immediately bought a new boat. I didn't even know how to row.'
'I saw a picture of a fish and now I'm driving to the lake in my pajamas.'
E-Fishing Disease is when you get so jealous of other people's fish you think you can catch one too, even though you just got out of bed and your brain is still in a sock.
'That guy posted a photo of a 30-inch fish, and now I'm out here fishing with my dog.'
'I saw a picture of a fish and now I'm spending my rent money on a new lure.'
'I saw a fish photo and now I'm at the lake wearing a hat that says 'I caught this fish.' I didn't catch it.'
E-Fishing Disease is when you look at a fish picture and suddenly think you're a pro. You spend all your money on gear and end up catching a fish so small it looks like it was born in a sock.
'I saw a photo of a 15-pound bass and now I'm spending $100 on a new reel. I haven’t even caught a fish yet.'
'I saw a fish photo and now I'm out here wearing a hat that says 'I fish like a pro.' I don’t even know how to tie a knot.'
'I saw that fish picture and now I'm out here buying a new boat. I don’t even know how to float.'