That feeling when your girlfriend from high school finally gets engaged.
I used to tell myself: Andrew, it’ll be ok. She wasn’t right for you.
I just hope her husband isn’t some handsome buff football player.
Yet. Y’all act like she’s not going to release “The Life of a Showgirl” at midnight followed up by “The Death of a Showgirl” at 3:00 AM with all of Jack and Aaron songs your little hearts desire