I need a wife.
Is that mold?
Maybe it would be worth the money.
That’s a man.
Because I'm an adult.
This city. Beautiful.
Repeat after me, “No.”
Do they pump hope into the air or is it just pollution?
No, really. That’s a man.
The shading on that shark is too heavy.
I think he might have a stroke soon—please help.
It doesn’t work like that, cupcake.
It’s all for you.
It’s all for me.
Fine, request a date. But that’s a man.
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