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Mom: “No sweetie…that’s your father’s.”
His moms would read “Prone Bone GOAT”
Trophies are weird. You work your ass off to be the best bowler, pickle ball player, or ball gargler and then they’re like, “Awesome! Here’s a big, cheap, ugly piece of shit to dust once a week.”
The Throat Goat
Came in first place… that means TWO things!
