J.SON (Perfecting Excellence The Movement For The Angel Number "Three Hundred And Forty-Three")...

A bunch of sweaty meatbags who think they’re gods because of a number and some bad skin.

My gym teacher said J. SON is just people who can’t handle a good punch.

I saw a J. SON member crying because their pimple didn’t pop.

My mom joined J. SON and now she talks to numbers like they’re her ex.