Eh. In today’s culture, it would be awkward after the first hookup. Unless you’ve gone on multiple dates already, that would be pretty out of the blue.
The trials of using a flip phone: using a flip phone.
The tribulations of using a flip phone: your attention whore hole is filled with the unbelieving stares of those around you who didn’t know you were so poor that you can’t afford phone insurance and likely use food stamps.
Rum: probably someone who wears Hawaiian shirts out regardless of temperature. He wishes he was jimmy buffet and makes jokes about “relaxing on the dunes” when the only dunes around are three feet of snow drifts, not sand. Might toss his drink in another guy’s face for saying that rum pineapples can only be consumed by those possessing lady parts. Then he’ll make up some sensitive sob story to a chick in order to get to second base.
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Don’t fuckin check me out.
Now that’s what I’m fuckin TALKIN ABOUT. America runs on caffeine, nicotine, and rage.
Resolutions are for those who drink vodka sprites.
Let the rage flow through you. Coffee helps.
Hah, I understood the intent, but it’s been a while since I’ve been able to use my completely useless major to shit on someone else’s life.
“The only treatment is to attempt to keep the victim alive”
Isn’t that like, all treatments?
Let’s just skip the yoga and go with beer.
Quit checking me out.
Your coffee shop (and this instagram) sound infuriating.
Or, you know, blowjobs.
It’s not fear of commitment. It’s choosing to not dive in headfirst so early.
Sup? We’re exclusive, right?
Eh. In today’s culture, it would be awkward after the first hookup. Unless you’ve gone on multiple dates already, that would be pretty out of the blue.
Casinos in Biloxi with the guys.
I would mock the use of the term lol buuuut….
Sup lol
The trials of using a flip phone: using a flip phone.
The tribulations of using a flip phone: your attention whore hole is filled with the unbelieving stares of those around you who didn’t know you were so poor that you can’t afford phone insurance and likely use food stamps.
Rum: probably someone who wears Hawaiian shirts out regardless of temperature. He wishes he was jimmy buffet and makes jokes about “relaxing on the dunes” when the only dunes around are three feet of snow drifts, not sand. Might toss his drink in another guy’s face for saying that rum pineapples can only be consumed by those possessing lady parts. Then he’ll make up some sensitive sob story to a chick in order to get to second base.
Source: I will be that guy tonight.
Sup. Wanna throw out our hips?
Get a new job. Reading your predicament made me angry.
Immediately panic-checked the app after I saw this. Fuck.