B-Chotchy
when something is so bad it’s like your mom forgot to pay the electric bill and your dad tried to fix it with a banana
This week’s homework was B-Chotchy. I had to solve a math problem and write a poem about a ghost.
My hair was B-Chotchy. I used a comb, a brush, and a curse.
This game was B-Chotchy. You had to jump over a couch and yell at a chicken.