what the heck man...

Did I give you permission to compliment my wife's girlfriend's aptitude?

No-chill dude with too much raditude. He's okay, keep your dads and brothers locked up though, DAPS' ON THE PROWL.

Dap is an acquired taste, akin to the peat bog mash and flaming heathen sticks boiled and compressed into sense crumbling fluids of gloriously comfortable war juice. But not so complex. Spicy as described by the "get me your manager" haircut owning octogenarian loudly complaining about her burning lips at an Ikea. Vacillates between salt and vinegar chip and salt and depression chips. More lovable than a tire fire.

can confirm, ded from irma

died in irma, rip never forget