Lola Skumpy KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

Oh my lasagna, are you actually saying my outfit looks like a pile of wet trash or like what? You glam right into my life and then you’re a total bad guy like Dr. Oz. I’m literally so vol right now, I might just Uber to a new mom.

Oh my lasagna, you are acting like a total trash bag right now, like a piece of raw chicken in a hot mailbox. If my mom finds out you're being a bad guy like Judge Judy, she's gonna like, scream-cry until her face turns purple. Stop being so weird, seriously.

Oh my chicken parmesan! Are you gonna like steal my favorite scrunchie and then like run away to a cul-de-sac in Delaware or like what? You’re acting like a real bad guy, like a budget Dr. Drew. You just glam into my life and then leave like a soggy tater tot.

Oh my laagna, are you actually serious? You’re like a cold chicken nugget someone left in a hot car for like three weeks. If you don't buy me those glitter boots, I’m gonna scream until my throat feels like a piece of dry beef jerky or like what?

Y'all, I just spent like 45 minutes trying to perfect this Instagram story, and Lord help me, I posted it with a typo. Like, who does that? And of course it got more views than anything I've ever posted. God's really testing my humility right now.

Man, look at this right here, man. Oh, I know you out your mother fucking mind bringing that up in here, man. Too got damn crazy to be doing this shit, man. Oh, I know you ain't thinking straight, bringing that nonsense up in here.

Now, according to the Official Friendship Handbook, Section Nine, the designated driver—that’s me—gets to choose the radio station, while the passenger—that’s you—must provide the snacks. It’s very official, very binding, and I’ve even got this glittery gavel to make it legal. So, are we thinking salty or sweet?

They say they want someone just like me, they keep searching for someone like me. But baby, there's nobody quite like me, cause I'm the only one who can be me, that's what they say about me.