Postman came. Ahhhh, yeah.
Jam it up your ass. You did not get those.
Yes. These headphones combine all of my loves: bass at the exclusion of the other registers, overpaying for things, status games. Plus, they’re Bluetooth so they’ll work almost most of the time, and when they don’t work there’s nothing you can do about it.
You’re a UFC fan?
The best. Actual violence with lifelong consequences is so much more entertaining than stylized, choreographed violence. And the fanbase is great.
Please stop this.
Nothing to stop. These headphones represent who I am. This is what I want the world to know about me. With these, I shall signal. Maybe I’ll go to the mall and wear ’em.
Listen to the new Pusha T.
Jay-Z’s got a verse. You think Pusha T’s Becky with the good hair?
I have no idea what’s going on.
Go over my boy’s house, watch Ewen MacGregor fight Floyd Merriweather.
Build the wall! Build the wall!
Are you done?
Your headphones came?
Are you happy?
Can we leave it at that?
Are you lying?