Sometimes you start out all hearts and diamonds, but end up wishing you had a club and a spade.
They start to fret.
I'll tell you tomorrow.
Because they can't count to
Three bags of skittles and a small body to hide.
It gets put under cardiac arrest.
Me: *Points to heart* Nurse: Awwww that is so cute! Me. *COLLAPSES FROM HEART ATTACK*
There's none, both like clubbing.
Black lights matter.
Take his spade away.
They both form a bond in seconds, last (ideally) forever, and are dissolved by alcohol.
You get a certificate for showing you can do it and hope to god you never have to do it again
Dave: I wish I was rich. Genie: Granted, what's your second wish Rich: I want lots of money.
Joe: I want to be rich. Genie: Granted. What is your second wish Rich: I want lots of money.
Because diamonds are a woman's best friend.
Diamond
