So of course some guy has to comment, “I don’t think 7 or 8 cars is very big for Angel Wings” and I’m like, dude, you’re an ass-wipe and a size queen but I love you too much to call you out in public by name, but I could if I wanted to, Ron, so don’t push me, bitch.
Imagine a 4 story building that takes up at least half of a small town block. Now back your bubble butt into the front doorway. Feel the building flatten up against your back to the width of, oh, I don’t know, a few refrigerators, say. Now pick that structure up and carry it on your back and your shoulders but feel the full weight of it down to your asshole.
Now, dance with that, bitch, and give me more shit about the size of my wings.