B & F

when a rookie runner sees those elite bitches coming and decides to stretch like a grandma in a yoga class, bouncing from one leg to the other like a confused pigeon until they can sneak off without getting noticed

going back and forth like you’re playing a game of chicken with your own brain

your boyfriend or best friend or that farm where you cry every time you see it

when you’re so mad you think you’re going to explode, like in White Chicks when they did that whole bit

when something is moved ahead because you’re too lazy to wait

the word before something else, like the word before the word before

butt fuck! you scream it like you just won the lottery and your dog just ate your homework