J-Fudge
the dirty stuff that drops from your mullet like it’s trying to escape your head and get a life
My J-Fudge fell in my coffee and now it tastes like a dead raccoon.
I dropped my phone in my J-Fudge and now it’s like my phone has a skin disease.
My J-Fudge flew out of my hair and landed on my teacher’s head during class.