mack murderer

My cousin’s a mack murderer. He called my dog a playa and challenged it to a fight.

She saw a guy wearing a hat and screamed, ‘You’re a playa? I’ll kill you!’

He walked into a pool party and said, ‘This is the worst group of playas I’ve ever seen. I’m leaving.’

He told the waiter, ‘Don’t let that playa near my mom. She’s my only friend.’

She texted me, ‘That guy is a mack murderer. He said my sister was cute.’

He ran out of the restaurant because the waiter smiled at a playa.

He refused to eat lunch because a playa was sitting next to him.

She started a food fight just because a playa asked for a fry.

He said, ‘I’d rather be punched than sit next to that playa.’