tha moment where u wlk into tha front door door at 530ish nd ur moms up nd she says did u just get a booty call. yes mom thtz deff wat i was just doin lmaoo. not. she doesnt kno im drunk nd just went for a couple mile wlk
I fucking lost when he said (I will use better grammar) "Ok so you're telling me you're gonna wear a belt and shoes and EVERYTHING professional?" Uhh yes I will wear dress shoes and no "flat bill" to a formal dance with my tuxedo, is that so hard to believe?...
I broke/twisted both my toes skiing and it hurts to wear shoes let alone ski boots, but I don't act like I beat cancer or some shit. No one cares you little attention whore.