BloodyRamsay
When you decide to throw your kid into the air like caesar salad as if you were Gordon Ramsay, in which it’s a repeated toss and your kids body parts such as fingers, nails, eyes, ears, etc. keep flying into the air and all you have left is a bloody mess of shit.
Mom: “What are you making sweetie?”
Son: “Oh nothing, I’m just making a BloodyRamsay.”
Mom: “What’s that? Also where is your little sister?”
Son: “In the bloodyramsay.”
Son: “Oh nothing, I’m just making a BloodyRamsay.”
Mom: “What’s that? Also where is your little sister?”
Son: “In the bloodyramsay.”