You look like an Irish Predator.
Some people wouldn’t have taken that as a compliment, and I salute you for doing so.
“I make a conscious choice to interpret all statements as compliments.”
Isn’t that a bit dangerous?
“Oh, that’s sweet. Thanks.”
If you were an ancient supercontinent, which one would you be?
“Gondwona, first choice. Rodinia, second choice.”
You’ve thought about this.
“My mother was a supercontinent.”
Sure. How much direct sunlight can you stand?
Me neither. Let’s go to Makeout Peak. We can make out, and I can peek.
“That would be so great, but I’m in grieving. My boyfriend just died.”
Oh, that’s horrible. My condolences.
“You can give them to him. He’s right there.”
“THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I’VE CAUGHT YOU SNAKING MY LADY!”
“I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE PASSED OUT ON A HIGHWAY!”
This is just fucking dumb.