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Nah Bruh: Nah bruh my brother lives in 3018 β€œsee mom? i told you i was innovative!” The post β€œsee mom? i told you i was innovative!… appeared first on Mom Memes .
Nah Bruh: Nah bruh my brother lives in 3018
β€œsee mom? i told you i was innovative!” The post β€œsee mom? i told you i was innovative!… appeared first on Mom Memes .

β€œsee mom? i told you i was innovative!” The post β€œsee mom? i told you i was innovative!… appeared first on Mom Memes .

Nah Bruh: LMAO HELL NAH ID BE OUT THERES A KID IN THE DRAIN NAH BRUH πŸ˜‚ @funnyblack.s ➑️ TAG 5 FRIENDS ➑️ CREDIT - UNKNOWN ➑️ TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS
Nah Bruh: LMAO HELL NAH ID BE OUT
 THERES A KID IN THE DRAIN
NAH BRUH πŸ˜‚ @funnyblack.s ➑️ TAG 5 FRIENDS ➑️ CREDIT - UNKNOWN ➑️ TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS

NAH BRUH πŸ˜‚ @funnyblack.s ➑️ TAG 5 FRIENDS ➑️ CREDIT - UNKNOWN ➑️ TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS

Nah Bruh: "They lucky that gate was there to hold me back" NAH BRUH πŸ˜‚ @funnyblack.s ➑️ TAG 5 FRIENDS ➑️ @boonk.ig (Credit) ➑️ TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS
Nah Bruh: "They lucky that gate was there to hold
 me back"
NAH BRUH πŸ˜‚ @funnyblack.s ➑️ TAG 5 FRIENDS ➑️ @boonk.ig (Credit) ➑️ TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS

NAH BRUH πŸ˜‚ @funnyblack.s ➑️ TAG 5 FRIENDS ➑️ @boonk.ig (Credit) ➑️ TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS

Nah Bruh: 4 month old German Shepherd DrSmashlove Bruh. This morning I seen two horrifying things. Horrifying. Just...unspeakably terrifying. First: I seen a Honda Civic race to the scene of an accident with police lights on the dash. Second: I seen a cop in a blue Chrysler minivan. A BLUE CHRYSLER MINIVAN. Nah, Bruh. Hell nah. They cat fishing us. They cat fishing us real, real hard. This is a whole new level of cat fish. It used to be that all u had to do was keep your eyes peeled for a white Chevy Caprice. Then they got white Ford Explorers. But Japanese cars? And family cars? This is rocket science level cat fishing. Bruh. This is like if I walk into a club wearing high heels and some sexy ass blond in a Valentino dress and some python skin Saint Laurent heels come up to me like "ooh bitch nice heels!" And I'm like "you too biiiiiiiitch! πŸ’…" and she thinks she made a gay best friend that night and she come home with me and she get in bed wearing only La Perla panties (I know how y'all sexy girls do, y'all love sleepovers with your gay bestie) and my PP sticking straight into the atmosphere like a flag pole and she just like "smash?" And I'm like "yes, biiiiiiiiitch? πŸ’‹" and she's like "I thought you were gay(?)" and I'm like "nah baby girl I just like to wear heels sometimes to explore my feminine side and break out of constricting gender norms but now that we're in bed together let's get acquainted 😍." THAT level cat fish πŸ˜‚. Nah but for real y'all cops savages. Stop this cat fishing. Y'all foul for that. A brother can't even speed no more! I got places to go! Smash got board meetings to attend! Let a brother speed! Fuck!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
Nah Bruh: 4 month old German Shepherd
 DrSmashlove
Bruh. This morning I seen two horrifying things. Horrifying. Just...unspeakably terrifying. First: I seen a Honda Civic race to the scene of an accident with police lights on the dash. Second: I seen a cop in a blue Chrysler minivan. A BLUE CHRYSLER MINIVAN. Nah, Bruh. Hell nah. They cat fishing us. They cat fishing us real, real hard. This is a whole new level of cat fish. It used to be that all u had to do was keep your eyes peeled for a white Chevy Caprice. Then they got white Ford Explorers. But Japanese cars? And family cars? This is rocket science level cat fishing. Bruh. This is like if I walk into a club wearing high heels and some sexy ass blond in a Valentino dress and some python skin Saint Laurent heels come up to me like "ooh bitch nice heels!" And I'm like "you too biiiiiiiitch! πŸ’…" and she thinks she made a gay best friend that night and she come home with me and she get in bed wearing only La Perla panties (I know how y'all sexy girls do, y'all love sleepovers with your gay bestie) and my PP sticking straight into the atmosphere like a flag pole and she just like "smash?" And I'm like "yes, biiiiiiiiitch? πŸ’‹" and she's like "I thought you were gay(?)" and I'm like "nah baby girl I just like to wear heels sometimes to explore my feminine side and break out of constricting gender norms but now that we're in bed together let's get acquainted 😍." THAT level cat fish πŸ˜‚. Nah but for real y'all cops savages. Stop this cat fishing. Y'all foul for that. A brother can't even speed no more! I got places to go! Smash got board meetings to attend! Let a brother speed! Fuck!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Bruh. This morning I seen two horrifying things. Horrifying. Just...unspeakably terrifying. First: I seen a Honda Civic race to the scene...

Nah Bruh: When you put something in the cart when ur shopping with ur mom and u hope she doesn't notice. @Dr Smashlove Aw hell, fvck, nah Bruh πŸ˜‚. My mama had eagle eyes at the grocery store line like a MOTHERFVCKER bruh. Hershey bar? Out. Pack of gum? Out. Box of Oreos? Out plus slap πŸ˜‚. That was a no brainer. I would literally see the cashier grab it and she was juuuuuuuust about to graze it across the scanner and right before the laser hit the package's bar code my mama said "I am sorry. Please put that to the side." And just then I would bear down, close my eyes, and SHMACK! Yep. Didn't even hurt. Just a minor sting. I expected that shit. Ayeeee thank u mama. There were a few (maybe four (4) or five (5)) times in my upbringing where I thought shit was sweet. And u were always there with a glare and that little (albeit fierce) hand to remind me that by all means, shit isn't sweet, shit was never sweet, and, to be clear, at no point in the future will shit ever be, sweet. Ain't no sweetness bih. Zero πŸ˜‚. I went thru a fat phase as a adult where I would eat like 18 Twix bars at my desk like "HAHAHAHA SEE MAMA SHIT REALLY IS SWEET" but then I'd feel nauseous, disgusting, disgusted, and unhappy and realize, "U know what, shit ain't sweet and that's potentially a good thing. Too much sweetness will make u sick and give u sugar diabetes." Mama u was a wise one. Or just cruel, and your cruelty masqueraded as wisdom. One of the two. Either way, u da real MVP πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
Nah Bruh: When you put something in the cart when
 ur shopping with ur mom and u hope she
 doesn't notice.
 @Dr Smashlove
Aw hell, fvck, nah Bruh πŸ˜‚. My mama had eagle eyes at the grocery store line like a MOTHERFVCKER bruh. Hershey bar? Out. Pack of gum? Out. Box of Oreos? Out plus slap πŸ˜‚. That was a no brainer. I would literally see the cashier grab it and she was juuuuuuuust about to graze it across the scanner and right before the laser hit the package's bar code my mama said "I am sorry. Please put that to the side." And just then I would bear down, close my eyes, and SHMACK! Yep. Didn't even hurt. Just a minor sting. I expected that shit. Ayeeee thank u mama. There were a few (maybe four (4) or five (5)) times in my upbringing where I thought shit was sweet. And u were always there with a glare and that little (albeit fierce) hand to remind me that by all means, shit isn't sweet, shit was never sweet, and, to be clear, at no point in the future will shit ever be, sweet. Ain't no sweetness bih. Zero πŸ˜‚. I went thru a fat phase as a adult where I would eat like 18 Twix bars at my desk like "HAHAHAHA SEE MAMA SHIT REALLY IS SWEET" but then I'd feel nauseous, disgusting, disgusted, and unhappy and realize, "U know what, shit ain't sweet and that's potentially a good thing. Too much sweetness will make u sick and give u sugar diabetes." Mama u was a wise one. Or just cruel, and your cruelty masqueraded as wisdom. One of the two. Either way, u da real MVP πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Aw hell, fvck, nah Bruh πŸ˜‚. My mama had eagle eyes at the grocery store line like a MOTHERFVCKER bruh. Hershey bar? Out. Pack of gum? Out....

Nah Bruh: The chubbiest chubby paws @Dr Smashlove Now see Bruh everybody got that auntie with the real big legs. She built normal up top but she got edema in her legs so she got that severe swelling around the ankles where it look like she got tree trunks for legs. Anyway this auntie name is Auntie Shirley. It don't matter if her name Nancy Bruh that's Auntie Shirley. Anyway Auntie Shirley come over Bruh wearing shorts and u can't help it. U staring. U ain't never seen no gigantic legs in the wild like this Bruh and u fixated. And that's when yo mama tap u on the shoulder. And take u to the next room. And she administer one (1) loud smack. Just one. But it was hard. And what she say? "BOY IF U DON'T STOP STARING." Bam. On that day u walked back into the room with a single tear in your eye and U stopped staring at Auntie Shirley. And for the rest of your life, u knew that staring was wrong. Now here's what's crazy Bruh. It's people out here who ain't get that ass whuppin. U work with them. And everybody hate them and u can't explain why. "They're weird. They're just weird. They give everybody the heebie jeebies. They're annoying. I don't know. And they stare." Nah Bruh. Staring ain't one thing. It's everything. If u stare, that's it Bruh. U weird. Them staring people Bruh? They stared at Auntie Shirley - and they mama ain't say sh*t - because they MAMA stares πŸ˜‚. It's like a mutant lizard reptilian bloodline of awkward-ass starers. With that said, thank u mama. I'm weird. But I ain't 'stare at people' weird. That smack did A LOT. Mama u da real MVP πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
Nah Bruh: The chubbiest chubby paws
 @Dr Smashlove
Now see Bruh everybody got that auntie with the real big legs. She built normal up top but she got edema in her legs so she got that severe swelling around the ankles where it look like she got tree trunks for legs. Anyway this auntie name is Auntie Shirley. It don't matter if her name Nancy Bruh that's Auntie Shirley. Anyway Auntie Shirley come over Bruh wearing shorts and u can't help it. U staring. U ain't never seen no gigantic legs in the wild like this Bruh and u fixated. And that's when yo mama tap u on the shoulder. And take u to the next room. And she administer one (1) loud smack. Just one. But it was hard. And what she say? "BOY IF U DON'T STOP STARING." Bam. On that day u walked back into the room with a single tear in your eye and U stopped staring at Auntie Shirley. And for the rest of your life, u knew that staring was wrong. Now here's what's crazy Bruh. It's people out here who ain't get that ass whuppin. U work with them. And everybody hate them and u can't explain why. "They're weird. They're just weird. They give everybody the heebie jeebies. They're annoying. I don't know. And they stare." Nah Bruh. Staring ain't one thing. It's everything. If u stare, that's it Bruh. U weird. Them staring people Bruh? They stared at Auntie Shirley - and they mama ain't say sh*t - because they MAMA stares πŸ˜‚. It's like a mutant lizard reptilian bloodline of awkward-ass starers. With that said, thank u mama. I'm weird. But I ain't 'stare at people' weird. That smack did A LOT. Mama u da real MVP πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Now see Bruh everybody got that auntie with the real big legs. She built normal up top but she got edema in her legs so she got that seve...