Dawg

What's up, dawg?

Hey, dawg.

That dawg won't hunt.

“Wow. What do you know? Huh. That was easy.” “Totes malotes, dawg.” “Just kind of hard to believe, you know?” “Believe it, Morty. And once again, I'm flying away with everything I can carry, and the Zigerions got nothing of mine.”

All up in my phone, lookin' at pictures from the other night / She gon' be upset if she keep scrollin' to the left, dawg

I'm not usually on African food, but the smell of that jollof is peng right now my dawg!

“Totes malotes, dawg,” Abby shot me with a finger-gun. “And trust me, I'm amazing at it, just like everything else. So, order the pizza, Sandy, and let's get this show on the road. This is going to be f-u-u-u-u-u-u-n.”