Is it ever going to fucking stop raining?
It’s fun because you don’t annoy me for two seconds but I don’t have to come pick you up from some club half dead later.
Do you know how fucking frustrating you are? Or is this all just accidental?
Nobody asks you to pick me up at any club where I'm not half dead, I'm having fun. I can take care of myself.
and I'm not the frustrating one. You're the one with your panties in a bunch. Loosen up a little, or that wrinkle between your eyes is going to become permanent, old man.













