Samantha is getting mad at me about a hypothetical situation that is in the future in which all we do is disagree about our furniture in the new apartment...
Everyone has a day they came out of a vagina. I promise everyone was born! So if you’re one of those ppl that forces ur ’birthday month’ on everyone- where every dinner, every event, every convo has to relate back to your bday...please feel free to reel it the fuck back in