jace pobuda

Jace Pobuda is the reason I hate Mondays. He’s like a broken toilet that won’t stop clogging.

I’d rather eat a shoe than talk to him again.

He’s so bad, even the trash hates him.

Jace Pobuda showed up at my party and ruined it. Like a bad pizza that’s also on fire.

He’s the reason I failed math. He’s worse than a ghost.

I’d rather be chased by a bear than hang out with him.

Jace Pobuda tried to be funny, but he’s just sad. Like a sad clown with no nose.

He’s the kind of person who makes you question your life choices.

He’s so bad, even the sky sighs when he walks by.