So I was in Barnes & Noble and this cute little old British couple was sitting next to me and I happened to look down at their table. And there sat the gnarliest sex position book I’ve seen. And as I look up the old woman looks at me and says, “30 years and we’re still madly in love. This shit holds your marriage together.”
10 minutes later and I’m now sitting emotionally scarred in Starbucks taking it all in.
So I wore a suit today and 2 really attractive girls hit on me and another acknowledged my existence for the first time in a month.
Coincidentally, can you guess what I’m wearing for the rest of the school year?
navy-light asked: That explains it, because I got a notification saying you followed me (again) - I just thought, "...Uh, what?"
Yeah, I’m really sorry. It’s totally nothing personal, some dickweed just hacked my account and is trying to mess with my personal life.
Somebody hacked my phone and is trying to fuck with me, so if I sent you a message saying some shit or I unfollowed you, it fucking wasn’t me. Sorry guys.
I’ve at long last come to the sad realization that I’m not, nor will I ever be, Adam Gallagher…