He's lost. He fumbled. Like, girl, you deserve the world. You're like absolutely stunning and I'm not even a lesbian, but you're gorgeous. Like, absolutely gorgeous. And, like, be making my inner lesbian come out. But, like, you're, like, so pretty. Like, you deserve the world. You deserve, like, a whole-ass man-ass ballerina, right? You're not some little punk-ass bitch. But, anyway, you're gorgeous.
I thought it was my birthday with all that cake. That's exactly what I thought it was. I thought it was my birthday today. So last I checked, it's Monday, July 17th. My birthday was December 1st. Um, yeah. You're a baddie.
How the fuck am I supposed to draw an opinion if I don't even have the facts of the situation you could show me like it's just a unbiased point of you and I'll tell you if it's his loss of your loss but right now I got nothing I am there's nothing I can do about this