The fun part is lower.
It’s like cocaine. You never get that high again.
“Now you know where to find love.”“Public transit?”
It grows and shows, and then it slides right up!
So, it’s not so white?
You got a schwing?
Don’t judge my banana.
Not once have I ever said I’m good at math. Or counting. Or my job.
We had to balance it by playing Barbies… cuz I needed the estro.
Make your thing bigger.