Kissing the wrong sputnik must be like when you’re following someone to their car so you can ride with them but you don’t know what their car looks like so you have to act like you knew it all along when really you were carefully awiting for the right moment to veer towards the passenger door
Us non-US people can just pretend he said Turkey.
Kissing the wrong sputnik must be like when you’re following someone to their car so you can ride with them but you don’t know what their car looks like so you have to act like you knew it all along when really you were carefully awiting for the right moment to veer towards the passenger door
That’s why I only befriend people who drive blue Hondas.
I think Dec left the refrigerator door open.
You’re totally right about cookies.