J-Fudge - the crusty mess that falls from your mullet like it’s the la

the crusty mess that falls from your mullet like it’s the last piece of pizza and it doesn’t want to be eaten

My J-Fudge hit my face during a kiss and I felt like I was kissing a garbage truck.

My J-Fudge landed in my soup and now it tastes like a bad day.

I tried to be tough and my J-Fudge fell on my enemy’s head and it was like a divine punishment.