Dom Roberts

So now it's awkward.

And also, I mean, hey, no shade to a beanbag.

You know, you building your shit.

Like, you know, I ain't got nothing to bother you.

So I can't say nothing really about you right now.

But my question becomes...

Why would you host not only dinner, but also a movie when there's one chair?

I'm like genuinely gassed.

But that's what's really crazy is like why do we have to do that?

Like why would I presume...

It's the jungle out there.

Like, even if it was like your, I'm genuinely like flabbergasted because I'm like, even if it was your friend, like imagine if I literally was like, Hey guys, come over for dinner.

And y'all got there and I had ingredients late.

How nice.

Can y'all make some shit?

Are you fucking kidding me?

And that must've, y'all must've, y'all must've been smoking that donkey Kong or something because I can only choose to believe that he hit that loud and like got confused and

Like, he, like, hit the bong and was like, are you making the chicken or what?

Why the fuck are you high as shit making fried chicken?

I can only assume he accidentally got one of them key fucking pre-rolls, like, had the wax on that shit and hit the blunt so many times that he literally was like, wait, we're at your house, right?