its 3pm, you’re on the terrace, the sun is shining, the ac is working, luciano is bumping, the CO2 shoots, the fog takes over, you lock eyes with with a guy across the room, it’s clavicular, the fog disappears, so does he, was he ever there, are you high, do you ever get nervous
Have had two girls end things this year by saying they want to sleep around and the other saying she cries about her ex every night still. I’m a “great guy” at least. Anyway here is a canes box combo no slaw extra toast with a hi-c