bableshames

My cousin’s bableshames are like a horror movie and a food fight.

He said he was doing bableshames, but it was just him and a mop.

I tried bableshames and now I hate Mondays.

My mom’s bableshames are like a bad rom-com with no ending.

He said it was bableshames, but I swear he was just yelling at the couch.

I walked in on bableshames and it was like a family reunion gone wrong.

My brother’s bableshames are like getting stuck in a chair and then hugged by a bear.

She said it was bableshames, but it looked like a science experiment.

I got bableshames and now I have a headache and a new enemy.