16-year-old boy #1: Oh, yeah, I just mushed his face on the grill and made him eat the chicken cutlet and shit was still cold.
16-year-old boy #2: Yo, but was the grill on?
16-year-old boy #1: You mean lit? Yeah, hot and poppin’, but it wasn’t about the grill, if you feel me, I wanted him to die of ptomaine.
16-year-old boy #2: Next time he’ll finger his own stepmom!
(they high five each other)
Overheard by: inconsiderate