She is a coworker of mine, sh. Leave her alone, and let her buy my dog food for me. I don’t need five dogs. I wouldn’t say you are wickedly awesome, just have nice hair and brains. It’s not going to work, because I know if you want to go out with me it will be to drag my ass to a pet store.
I'll get to her eventually and tell her to stop doing you favors. That's basically the same as me being wickedly awesome. You don't know that for sure, so you'll still go out.










