nabber

He started twerking in the middle of the store like he was at a rave.

He yelled, 'I'm gonna get my groove on!' and nobody knew what that meant.

He kept saying 'butt sex conga line' like it was a battle cry.

She posted my tweet in her story and called it her own. I was like, 'Wow, that’s low.'

He sent my liked tweet to the group chat and acted like he was the one who thought of it.

He stole my post and got likes like it was his own brain.

He came in with a messy hair and a dirty shirt, but his shoes were so nice they looked like they were from a mall.

She wore a scarf around her head like it was a hat and still looked cool.

He had a beard and a hole in his pants, but his jacket was top of the line.

He shouted, 'Your name is not Karen!' even though it clearly was.

She kept telling me I wasn’t named Sarah and I was like, 'I’m not even here.'

He yelled, 'You’re not Mike!' and I was like, 'You’re not even real.'

He said, 'I be like, yo, this here is the sauce, and it’s got the flavor of the soul.' Nobody knew what that meant.

He was like, 'I was in the zone, like, the whole time, you feel me?' and I said, 'No, I don’t feel you.'

He talked for 10 minutes and it was like a whole movie in my head.

He said, 'Nabber and Jibber Jabber, that’s the name of my combo.'

She whispered, 'Nabber is my favorite word, especially with Jibber Jabber.'

He said, 'I’m gonna call my dog Nabber because it sounds like it’s about giving head.'

He told the same joke three times and I was like, 'You’re not funny, you’re just loud.'

She kept telling the joke and I was like, 'I’m not even here anymore.'

He told the joke so much it became a curse and I was like, 'I hate this joke.'