Do

Yeah, I’m 15, but I tell you one thing. If that Hello Kitty bitch ever tried to move in on my man, I’d slit that cartoon-cat cunt’s throat and jump-flip-chop all the way back to my dojo.

Don't

I don’t know what your relationship is per se. But if I were sitting across from you two, watching you slow dip that teabag and wearing an obese man’s sweater, I’d push you down that hill and drown you in that lake.