For 2 weeks.
He went to the second-hand shop.
A lost sole
They're investing in wheel estate.
The people miss Harambe.
Me: Personally I need a job.
Mosqui-toes.
Because 7 8 9!
Someone else yells "Call 911!" The blonde yells back "What's the number "
Buster tire can I use your phone!
Shello
He's left there trying to "guess" what happened.
Idk, accordion to research I guess.
End your text with "this message will self destruct in 10 seconds"
Me: "I usually respond to texts and check my Twitter."
Like we're going outside...
Hey there, whatsapp!!