ALRIGHT
EYES AND EARS ON ME, MY LITTLE ASS-BASKETS
I’M GONNA TELL YOU HOW TO MAKE THE BEST FUCKING SMOOTHIE YOUR UNDERPRIVILEGED TASTE BUDS HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED

FIRST, YOU’RE GONNA NEED TO GET THE GODDAMN FRESHEST AND FINEST OF ALL THE INGREDIENTS YOU WANT. GO CHIP A BLOCK OFF A FUCKING ICEBERG, BITCH SLAP A BEE TO GIVE YOU THAT FINE HONEY, AND PUNCH A COW UNTIL IT GIVES YOU THAT SWEET-ASS MILK YOU DESERVE. IF YOUR MOM ISN’T AS HARDCORE AS MINE (WHO THE HELL MAKES THEIR OWN YOGURT? MY FUCKING MOM) , YOU’LL HAVE TO USE SOME HALF-ASS YOGURT. HOWEVER, IF YOUR MOM IS MORE HARDCORE THAN MINE, YOU’LL HAVE ABOUT 50 DIFFERENT FRUITS YOU CAN PUT IN THIS BAD BOY INSTEAD OF JUST DAMN STRAWBERRIES.

NEXT YOU’RE GONNA GET THE MOST BADASS CUP YOU CAN FIND AND FILL THAT SUCKER WITH ICE UNTIL IT’S AS COLD AS YOUR MATH TEACHER’S SOUL. YOU MAY NEED TO DOUBLE UP.

NEXT, TAKE THAT BITCHIN’ FRUIT OF YOURS AND CHOP OFF ALL THE NASTY-ASS LEAFY GREENS THAT ARE A REMINDER OF HOW MUCH YOU HATE YOUR GODDAMN VEGETABLES. FUCK VEGETABLES.

MAKE SURE TO WASH THOSE FUCKERS, OR YOU’LL BE INGESTING ENOUGH PESTICIDES TO MAKE YOUR HEAD SPIN AND GIVE ALL YOUR DESCENDANTS 3 EXTRA EYES.

IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THIS PART, GET YOUR PANSY ASS OUT OF THE KITCHEN. YOU’RE GONNA TAKE YOUR BITCHIN’ FRUIT AND COLD-AS-HELL ICE AND DUMP THOSE SLUTS INTO YOUR BLENDER.

ADD THE MILK YOU PUNCHED THOSE BOVINES FOR AND THE YOGURT THAT YOUR MOM DIDN’T MAKE. TOP IT OFF WITH AS MUCH HONEY AS YOUR HARDCORE HEART CAN HANDLE AND BLEND THAT BITCH UP.

TICK TOCK GOES THE MOTHER-FUCKING CLOCK

WHEN YOUR DRINK IS AS SMOOTH AS THE SILKY VOICE OF TOM HIDDLESTON, YOU POUR THAT FINE STUFF INTO YOUR BADASS GLASS FROM BEFORE.

ENJOY, BITCH



