Ladybit spit
Your ladybit goes full-on drip when you see someone so hot it’s like they just walked out of a commercial and your brain said, 'Yes please.'
He had a car and my ladybit said, 'That’s not a car, that’s a car.'
He had a shirt and my ladybit was like, 'That’s not a shirt, that’s a shirt.'
I was at the mall and my ladybit said, 'That’s not a mall, that’s a mall.'