Y'all bitches done watched Zeitgeist a hundred times and now you have a doctorate in International Relations and shit.
On the real, y'all need to quit trippin' like some buster ass punks.
I'ma be sippin' bottled water, throwin' the bitch ass bottle into the ho ass lake and get me some motherfucking cornbread and maybe another bottled water 'cause the cornbread do make a motherfucker's mouth dry, on the real.
My favorite part of the cornbread though is when you got some hot/sweet mixed barbecue sauce left over on your plate from the ribs (don't take the tips off, ho.) and you mop that shit up while it collaborates with your cornbread and shit, the slaw sauce is gettin' in the mix. Shit is wild as fuck, almost like an acid trip of flavor just exploding on your palate--some Bill Nye shit. Cornbread does some crazy things to a mothafucka's mind.
Then you got a clean plate and you don't throw no gristle to the dogs, you just chew on that shit until you're good and cured of the itis. The itis is some crazy shit, too. Fucks your stomach up and shit, makin' you all tired and shit. They should make a windows movie maker documentary about the illuminati making barbecue so good so you'll eat too much and have the itis and be complacent when they try and take all your land. Y'all saltine mothafuckas would be trippin' about that shit.
Anyway busters, I'm fixin' to do work on my ladyfriend's clitoral region with my tongue motions. Why don't you write your next junior college research paper on that, buster?