jaasheda
Jaashedas are like golden turds, you don’t see them no more than once in a blue moon. If you find one, hold on tight, because they’re the kind of wildcards who’ll jump out of a burning airplane just to prove they’re cool.
I found a jaasheda in my cereal. I ate it. I’m now a jaasheda. My life is chaos.
My cousin is a jaasheda. He once ran a marathon in a banana suit. I’m still mad.
I dated a jaasheda. She asked me to skydive. I said yes. I’m still paying for the therapy.