For the first time in my life, I would rather eat a Subway sandwich. So please move out of my way.
F*cking Big Indian? The hell does that even mean? Are there really that many large Indians out there that warrants t-shirt production? Do you get badges too?
Listen lady, you didn’t need to actually spell it out with your jersey there; the Kid Rock booty shorts already told us you have no f*cks to give.
I think I found the perfect couple. They would probably have an R rated date, but I’d still like to be a fly on that wall.