HeyPretty
Don Juan
Last time I checked, me mum's cooner wasn't exactly open for returns.I think Hey Pretty needs to go back to wherever she came from.
I'm a final sale, baby.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.