ME, looking into the mirror: ugh. my eyebrows are out of control, I need to get them waxed.
HIM, placing a finger on the lips: shhh, you’re still perfect.
HIM: GOOD GOD GROUCHO MARX!!!
I can’t get her off my mind, even the wind seems to whisper her name. Never fall in love with a girl named WHOOSHEE FFREWERRREFSHH.
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Me: *whispers to self* Don’t be weird… don’t be weird…
Me: *wombat noises*