My state gave you J. Law, Clooney, two-fifths of the Backstreet Boys, and multiple fifths of bourbon. I gave you a cover letter using Brian McKnight lyrics. Psuedo-adult by day; PGP, TFM, and TSM contributor by night. Please don't ask me to do math.
I’m sorry that you don’t appreciate a good #WigSnatch joke when you see one. I promise to only like JT for his body and not his sense of humor from now on. Also, your Starbucks order says absolutely nothing about your sex life, except that maybe you might stay up long enough tonight to have one. We done here, Bert?
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I feel like you have seriously under-estimated the understanding of my own psyche. In short: Doesn’t matter. Will never matter again. Had sex.
Your PGP bio negates literally any coherent thought you could possibly have.
^true love.
Wait, really? God bless you, child.
Thank you for that. And, for real, sorry you’re homeless.
Damn it, Shibby…
I don’t know, either, bro. I cannot fathom why they wouldn’t toss it on here. They’re super fickle about what they post. Sorry you’re homeless.
I’m sorry that you don’t appreciate a good #WigSnatch joke when you see one. I promise to only like JT for his body and not his sense of humor from now on. Also, your Starbucks order says absolutely nothing about your sex life, except that maybe you might stay up long enough tonight to have one. We done here, Bert?
Shibby,
I saw where you were definitely trying to hit on Topanga. Your love is meaningless to me now.
Forever disappointed with you,
lnsayers
Clearly pandered to you…
…wait a minute. You have to have a degree to write for the Internet? THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.
No. You know I don’t give asshat the time of day.
No.
No.
God bless you for your faith in both my writing and sexual abilities.
Brb, still waiting on that Range Rover you promised me back in March.
Congrats, man!
I am Anonymous. I know your secrets. I know your lies.
Jk, wasn’t me.
Who are you and how do you know my life?
Please refer to #1. I got you.