If this ships we're cooked
WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY, MY FATHER, TOOK ME INTO THE CI–
DoorDash on steroids
Why would I need personal space?
Put none of your money where your mouth is
You gonna... charge that?
That's close enough
I wanna scream, and shout, and let it all out
It will be what it will be
See how productive your standups... aren't
Know who your friends aren't
We need YOUR vote
