A dazzling nipple peeking out of the shirt. Nope, gotcha, it's a boner. Is it a Latte? (It's okay to be gay, you know) Sort of, an Americano. Oh, ah, yes, I see, delicious. Am I right? It's delicious right? Shut up, that's """SUBJECTIVE""". Young moolah. Are you mamma? Of course my darling. Are you Daddy? Fuck you, kid, get a life. Okay, wait. It's subjective? No you idiot, it is not subjective. It's a great opportunity to show them. Well was it dazzling?
What? My text. Yes "Gustav Eriksson," it was. No hom', but did my swipe turn you on? Your dejaying was better than your swipe... though I appreciated the drinks (even though I'm underaged;) Were the drinks subjective? SHUT UP. Nice phonecase btw-- I'm really digging the punk vibe... sort of Little Orphan Annie (LOA) meets Wall Street (WS)...Oh stop! That's toooo hot.
Okay, so it's settled: I'm writing your autobiography. Yes, it's called Duane's Weed. Nah it's called White Men CAN Jah. Yeah, yeah make up some new ones, how about. So what you're tacitly saying is you no love me no mo'? Yup, I'm in love with a nipple, I mean your best friend. OH GOD OH GOD ANYTHING BUT THIS. Just kidding me and Richard Prince are dating. No way! R.P's my granddad! Oh yeah? Well he's my sugardad so booya. Oh yeah? How many swigs till you get to the middle of a wiggle? I SAID NO RIDDLES, AH HOLE. WHAT PART OF NO RIDDLES DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?