jacob h
He’s a walking disaster with a milk habit and a brown sauce rage. He’ll yeet your mum’s feet if you don’t feed him.
He stormed in like he’d been kicked out of heaven. He yeeted my mum’s feet out the window.
He had a milk and brown sauce tantrum. He yeeted my mum’s feet into the garden.
He came in with a milk bottle and a brown sauce jar like it was a weapon. He yeeted my mum’s feet into the kitchen sink.