A Kramer
A man with a meat factory attached to his crotch. He’s got so much junk, he could build a meat empire. His penis hangs so low, it leaves tire marks on the sidewalk. He loves wrecking bitches’ bank accounts and hitting every wall like a drunk man at a rave.
Kramer walked in with a chicken in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, like he was planning a murder.
He came in so fast, he knocked over the fridge and a full plate of lasagna.
Kramer burst in and immediately started yelling about a deal with the devil.