EastWestpaw
Being able to use both hands so well, you might as well have a brain in each hand that just cusses all day.
I can type with my left hand and cuss with my right. I’m like a two-handed cussing machine.
My dad says I’m EastWestpaw, but I think he’s just mad I can write and cuss at the same time.
I can eat with both hands and still drop my fries. That’s EastWestpaw.