d.a.w.c.

I saw one film my dog pooping. What’s next? My cat’s sneezes?

They’re out here filming the grocery store line like it’s a big deal.

That D. A. W. C. just filmed me yelling at my kid. Now they’re going to post it.

They filmed my mom’s bad hair day. I’m still mad about it.

That D. A. W. C. just recorded me eating a whole pizza by myself.

I walked by one and they filmed me for like 10 minutes. Why?

They’re out here filming the sky like it’s a big deal.

That D. A. W. C. just filmed my kid crying. Now it’s on TikTok.

I saw one film my neighbor’s loud music. What’s next? My dog’s barking?

They filmed my dad’s awkward dance. It’s going viral.

That D. A. W. C. just recorded me eating soup and it’s the worst thing ever.

I walked past one and they filmed me for 5 minutes. What’s wrong with them?

They filmed my kid’s face when he fell. It’s the most dramatic thing ever.

That D. A. W. C. just recorded me yelling at my kid again. They’re not helping.

I saw one film my cat’s weird sleep position. What even is that?

They filmed my mom’s terrible singing. I’m still traumatized.

That D. A. W. C. just recorded me eating a whole cake by myself. I’m still mad.

I walked by one and they filmed me for like 7 minutes. What even is life?