Uck

“Uck,” he said. “I mean, you... you've got to be kidding.”

Actually, I hadn't looked at my voice mail but I knew now. “Uck. Glad he hasn't been in. Is he ok?”

Uck. This one smells like onion.

My angles dusty, two black hands on the rusty And I got uck from a peng ting, mad back but the chest busty

Little homies in Uber collecting some grub Same time I'm with Lula collecting some uck