the roast on hannah (part 2)
let’s imagine we meet each other one day. you say you’ll come meet me at the airport and i’m like okay chill. and lets be honest i probably made you pay for the trip cause who would waste their own money to come to america to see your ugly ass? so you pay for my trip and im there right and the moment i see you i think to myself i better start paying to jesus and converting my beliefs to christianity because this bitch gonna done shit me up like how did i ever even consider dating you. bitch we ever had sex and kissed to heat it up my face already be looking like i ate you out only i wouldn’t be that crazy. bitch there a swamp down there.
also do you ever shave? cause i feel like whenever you/if you ever go have your hair removed the person doing it would be singing some negro 1860′s songs to go along with the work. bitch you’re so hairy, if shaving you was made into a movie it would have to be in two fucking parts.
you can’t spell HANNAH without NAH. bitch better go off yourself from a fucking bridge. don’t worry i’ll tell your family that the international court of justice thought that your fat ass was blocking the borders. and speaking of borders trump supporters hate you. when they start deporting mexicans back to their country they’ll have to go around your dumb ass.








