gabaloolalala
That one sock that never gets a match and just sits there like it’s been f***ed over and over again, and when you throw it out, your dryer takes your new sock and f***ing steals it.
My gabaloolalala is still in my drawer and it’s like, ‘I’ve been through hell and I’m still here.’
I threw out my gabaloolalala and my dryer stole my new sock and I’m f***ed.
My gabaloolalala is still in my drawer and it’s like, ‘I’m not going anywhere, you f***ing loser.’