Apparently my friends have been spreading rumors that I have a gambling problem. I’m not sure who leaked this, but my money’s on Josh.
I’m “I have been lying about my age so long that I have forgotten how old I actually am” years old.
If you scream at the library, everyone gives you funny looks.
If you scream on an airplane, everyone joins in.
I don’t share cheese on the first date.
Any psychic who needs a door bell to let them know someone is there is probably not worth the money.