Head Beer

When someone is so delusional of reality it makes you need a beer.

The produce lady thinks we don’t like her because her fruit is rotten. In reality, it’s because she slept with Lola’s man. She’s such a head beer.

Head Beer

When someone is so delusional of reality it makes you need a beer.

The produce lady thinks we don’t like her because the fruit is rotten. In reality, it’s because she slept with Lola’s man. She’s such a head beer.

Budlight

B!t?h u don’t like it, go home then.

Imma just tell um budlight.