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You can be serious. Put that on something.
On what you disnt tell me you hit before.
Da amusedly-puzzled remark dat you make when someone wif a major foot-fetish is going all vocally-and-physically ga-ga over yer ten lower extremities.
Tolerant big-boned tomboy, perplexedly watching as her new main squeeze is having fun exclaimingly yanking her big feet back and forth like gear-shifts and delightedly flexing her ample rubbery double-jointed digits back at a right-angle in his savoring hands: Yeah, yeah; toes --- so what?!
When you are asking “what the heck” but it autocorrects and you realize that’s what was in your heart all along.
Friend:I just licked a brick.
You: What the rock?
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I smell You
I hear babies cry, I watch then grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
Yes I think to myself what wonderful foot fungus
Oh, Yes!
Lit. What is your game? Greeting used by the perverts on pills "crew" to determine what the "game" or "plan" is. Usually muttered under the breath after mass consumption of narcotics before bats begin to appear
"Well boy. What you game?"
"Some dose."
"Bravo tango"