Smith owed the government $2.8 million prior to filming.
He was fascinated by me. He approached me with the kind of arrogant ease that most white phalluses do.
You drank 32 beers tonight and have boot ’n rallied twice already……and my panties haven’t already dropped for u??! CHRIST, WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?
You’re obviously down to drink in celebration of a major game, but you never know who you’re playing, and you could not care less about the outcome.
You pregamed breakfast with Fruit Roll-Ups this morning.
All of them wanted sex. None of them wanted me.
Doesn’t our beloved hookup trope revolve around the idea that girls are only interested in guys who treat them like shit? That the moment a dude considers a woman a human being capable of feeling, that woman will immediately lose interest?
Love doesn’t mean fixing. Or making whole. Or finishing one another’s sentences because you’re the peanut butter to his jelly.
We knew they’d all turn around in a few years and want us more than we would want them.