Nope.
It really, really was. I had to check for a beer gut, and tattoos. I was like whoa.
It's okay, it's okay. I don't hold it against you. You can hold it against you for me. You do all the hard work.
I’m not such a bad guy, after all!
You FOOL
OH LOL
Maybe I'll get such a bad haircut that I'll WANT to be crushed by a train. Who knows?
But I always think of you. :(
Why are you talking about a train crushing me anyways? Pessimist.
You're no crier.
