He couldn't handle his lacquer
Me: your mother, why W: Stop acting like you're 12. M: (thinking) I dodged that bullet again.
Deus Ex Macarena
She: For starters I can't handle your silly jokes. He: Hmm okay and for main course
He had to join a support group since he couldn't handle his boos.
On the splinternet.
He caught on fire.
