Fuck that shit, homey. Oh wait. Crap. Am I that guy? I hope not. Can I equally like "he grabs her love like a driver's license" and "I want to run away and join the office". AAAAAh Metaphysical conundrum. I hope I'm not that guy.
I hate that guy.
And like THAT, I now am twitter smart. woot. Good. I don't think I'm that guy.
I hate that guy.
And like THAT, I now am twitter smart. woot. Good. I don't think I'm that guy.
So now, I really hate that guy.