“They’re going to kill me.” // “Let me see your phone.” // “Did you hire a stripper?”
“They’re going to kill me.”
“yeah... I don’t know how your dad’s going to feel knowing my name is now imprinted on your ass...”
“Let me see your phone.”
“... in my defense.. that was Jimmy’s google search.. not mine. Love you, Princess”
“Did you hire a stripper?”
“nope, once again - Jimmy”


















