*Playing Euchre*
“Pick it Up”
My brain:
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
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Me: What’s trump again?
pro tip: instead of dyeing your hair when you break up with someone, just cut off the exact length of his dick so you can caption your selfie “not gonna miss those 6 inches, Mike”
*gets in boyfriends truck and notices the seat isn’t how I left it*
my brain:
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
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me: what bitch has been in my seat