Jo Koy's Lunchbox Crybaby on Netflix Bit

You scared of your mom because she yelled at yah. That’s all my mom did with me was yell at me. That’s the only language spoke was yell, “Ha? What? Say it again. Say it again.  Say it. What did you say Joseph? What did you say? Turn around. Turn around Joseph.”

“Wahh wahhh ahh..”

That’s the only language that my mom talked, yell, “ah? When? Where did you do it? Where? Where did you go? Ha? What? Did you lose your lunchbox?”

I remember when I lost my lunch box one time. Holly sh**.  That’s how my mom discipline. Like she never physically touch you. She verbally attacked you. That’s how she went after you. She breaks you down in words, interrogation, 2 hour and half yelling, “What? Where’s your lunchbox Joseph? Where did you put it?”

“I don’t know.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know? Where? Where did you go? You go from house to school, school to house. Where the puck you lose it? What? You just take your lunchbox anywhere? I don’t know where? I don’t know where anything is? I don’t know where? Where is your lunchbox Joseph? Where? Where did you put it?”

“I don’t know.” 

She will repeat what I said in stupid voice, “I… don’t… know… How do you don’t know Joseph? How?”

“I don’t know. What do you want me to say?” 

“Just tell me where it is.”

“I don’t know.” 

2 hours of that, “Where?”

“I don’t know.” 

“Ha?”

“I don’t know.” 

She wants me to have snot coming out of my mouth and breathing it in the same time. That’s when she is happy. That’s how I know when she got me.

“I don’t know… arrr arr arr..”

That’s when she walk up to me, “Oh oh ok breathe Joseph. Breathe. Breath my…”

“Aarrr roar..” 

“Breath… my gawd… Breathe… “

“arrrrr.”

“It’s just a lunchbox.” 

She gots to embarrass me.  She put my lunch in a Tupperware container. That’s how she embarrass me, “I’m going to put your lunch in a Tupperware.” 

And I cry more, “Why… I don’t want to go to school.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I don’t want to go to school with my lunch in one of your Tupperware.” 

That’s sh** is embarrassing.  If I send my son to school with a Tupperware container, he goes to school with a clear bowl and it gots a blue lid. And it says Tupperware on the lid. My son would be proud to go to school with that sh**.  My mom’s Tupperware is usually an empty cool whip container, country crock. One time she put it in a Neapolitan ice cream container. It has the red handle. She put my homework and my lunch. It looks like a f**** briefcase. She put my lunch in a cool whip container. That sh** was so embarrassing. She’s like, “Grab a sharpie, so I can put your name on the lid.” 

Like someone has a cool whip container as a lunch box. I am pretty sure I am the only one with a cool whip container lunchbox.