Normally, I can floss with the skinny pretentious trust-fund babies. But every once in a while, your tight-pant fixed-gear fuck-buddy will send you something like this to brighten your day. its just so fucking GOOFY, the nerd factor is just pathetically sad:
current mood: mattress
current music: laughter so hotly snarky the Irony is just melting off of it
current obsession: my impending hostile takeover of a company about to go under... aaannyyy seecccoonndddd...NOW
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