The most common dialogue that takes place every Monday morning is ‘YAAR SONE DO NA’. Am I right or am I right? Think about it, no sooner has the Sunday-chiller-hangover passed, that Mondays turn around with an evil beam and spare no one in their wake. Whether, it’s school or college or work, Monday morning blues are a real disease.
Here are the kids who feel what we feel and have very few shits to give and this totally appear as they are living a ‘THUG life’.
Probably physics don’t matter that much.
Specific things can wait.
Am I the only one who wants to know what happened right before this?
Like Father, Like son. Aren’t they cute?
I reckon there was teamwork here.
That face says it all.
The perfect definition of Genetics.