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B.M.D
When a woman is so confident, she doesn’t wait for anyone to ask her out, she just takes what she wants.
She walked up to the guy and said, ‘You’re my next date.’
He was still in the bathroom when she asked him out.
She didn’t even blink when she grabbed the guy’s arm and said, ‘We’re going out.’
B.M.D
A huge underwater missile launcher that can blow up the world so much, it’s like the universe got a second opinion.
It can nuke the world 40 times and still have leftovers.
If this thing ever wakes up, we’re all dead.
It’s like the ocean has a nuclear bomb in its pants.
B.M.D
When you trip a guy just to get to the girl first, like you’re in a race and you’re not even playing fair.
He tripped the guy and said, ‘She’s mine now.’
He knocked the guy over just to get to her before he could say anything.
He tripped the guy so hard, the guy fell into a puddle.
B.M.D
When a baby mom is having so much drama, it’s like her life is a soap opera and the drama is the main character.
Her baby mom drama was so bad, the neighbors had to call the cops.
She was fighting with her ex over who got to take the baby to school.
Her drama was so loud, the whole block heard it.
B.M.D
A stupid missile defense system that costs a ton of money and still can’t stop a single missile, like it’s a kid who can’t catch a ball.
It costs more than a mansion, and it still can’t stop a missile.
It’s like the system got hit by a truck and still didn’t notice.
It’s so bad, even the missiles feel sorry for it.
B.M.D
A sickness that hits black men after they eat, like they’re so full they can’t even stand up, and they fall asleep like it’s a party.
He ate three burgers and fell asleep in the middle of the street.
After that big meal, he was sleeping so hard, he didn’t notice the fire.
He ate so much, he slept through his own birthday.
B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
If you don’t bring my baby a present, I’ll make you eat nothing but expired pizza and regret
I just saw you eat a whole pie. Don’t even think about skipping my baby’s birthday.
You brought my baby a toy? That’s it? I’m bringing you a bag of chips and a curse.
I’m not your baby’s friend. I’m her food supplier. Bring a present or I’ll bring a food coma.
B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
No present for my baby, no food for you. Simple as that. And I mean simple.
You didn’t bring my baby a present? I’ll make you eat a whole cake for breakfast.
I don’t care if you’re my best friend. No gift, no snack. Period.
You skipped my baby’s birthday? Enjoy your lunchtime regret.
B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
I’m not asking. I’m demanding. Bring my baby a present or I’ll feed you something that tastes like regret.
You’re not bringing my baby a gift? I’ll bring you a box of expired cereal and a side of judgment.
You think you can skip my baby’s party? I’ll bring you a food fight and a curse.
I’m not in the mood for your nonsense. Present or no lunch.
B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
I don’t want your money. I want your present. No present, no food. Simple, cheap, and full of rage.
You’re giving me cash? That’s not a present. I want something my baby can hold.
You think money is a present? I’ll give you a sandwich and a side of disappointment.
No gift, no snack. That’s the rule. Don’t break it.
B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
I’m not your baby’s mother. I’m her food mom. Bring a present or I’ll bring a food disaster.
You didn’t bring my baby a gift? I’ll bring you a plate of spaghetti and a side of guilt.
You skipped my baby’s party? I’ll bring you a food truck and a curse.
You think you can ignore my baby? I’ll bring you a food coma and a reminder.
B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
You want food? Bring a present. You don’t want food? You’re a sad, lonely person.
You’re choosing between food and my baby’s happiness? That’s a sad life choice.
I’ll give you food if you bring a present. Otherwise, you’re just sad.
No gift, no snack. That’s not a choice. That’s a punishment.
B.M.A.F.
A group where everyone’s got a dick and a vagina. No exceptions. You’re all part of the chaos.
I’m B. M. A. F. I don’t care if you’re a boy or a girl. You’re all getting hit with my insults.
My best friend is B. M. A. F. and still doesn’t know what I did to her dog.
The whole class is B. M. A. F. and we’re all stuck together in this mess.
B.M.A.F.
When both genders are in one place and it’s like a war zone. Everyone’s screaming and throwing things.
The party turned into a B. M. A. F. war. I got a soda thrown at me.
My teacher said the class was B. M. A. F. and it was true.
We had a B. M. A. F. fight in the hallway and no one got in trouble.
B.M.A.F.
A group where boys and girls are all mixed up and it’s just pure confusion and loudness.
I joined the B. M. A. F. club and it was just loud and confusing.
My brother said he was B. M. A. F. and it meant he was confused.
My mom called my friends B. M. A. F. and they all laughed at her.
B.M.A.F.
When boys and girls are stuck together and it feels like a never-ending argument.
My B. M. A. F. group is always arguing about who’s the loudest.
I got stuck in a B. M. A. F. situation and it was the worst.
My friend’s B. M. A. F. team is the best at arguing.
B.M.A.F.
A mix of boys and girls where everyone’s just being annoying and loud all day.
The B. M. A. F. group was annoying me with their loudness.
My B. M. A. F. class is the noisiest one in school.
I got stuck with B. M. A. F. and it was like being in a loud nightmare.
B.M.A.B.C.
Living the Westside Playa dream, like Tupac said, with lots of drinks, hot models, and endless booty calls that never end.
I just got a booty call from my ex and she’s coming over with her new model friend and a bottle of rum.
I’m drinking so much I don’t even remember my own name, but I still got a model waiting for me.
My mom said I’m not going to the store unless I promise to call my booty call at 2 a. m.
B.M.A.B.C.
The Westside Playa lifestyle, straight from Tupac: booze, beautiful models, and so many booty calls that you might get a bruise.
I had three booty calls last night and I still have a bruise from my model’s elbow.
I drank so much I passed out, and my model still called me at 3 a. m.
My booty call just texted me, 'We need to talk about your model friend.'
B.M.A.B.C.
Living the Westside Playa life like Tupac said: bottles of liquor, hot models, and booty calls that hit harder than your ex’s insults.
My model just broke up with me because I called my booty call instead of her.
I got a booty call from my ex and she brought her model friend and a bottle of wine.
I drank so much I got a booty call from my neighbor and his model sister.
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