I wanna play! Uh... “Locked Out of Heaven,” Bruno Mars! Sung by Mary Magdalene!
I could be convinced to run a train on Seth Rogen. If James Franco were there. And we called the configuration the "Pineapple Express."
I think she was being ironic? (I don't really care either way— I was done with her the moment that she said that Taylor Swift invented the concept of— or "spawned"— the squad.
I loved (love) "Don't Mess with My Man," and I think about Nivea frequently. Mainly to wonder, "Girl, you're named after lotion. How did you think this was gonna end for you?"
Hahaha! No, it is in no way an actual saying.
I think you misspelled "my entire erroneous and reductive worldview."
I got it immediately. It was exquisite.
That’s cool. But if I see one piece of rotten wedding cake, it's gonna be me and you, buddy (but mostly me). Wasted cake is a crime against the universe.
In absolutely no way :)