WHEN A GUY BRUSHES PAST ME AT THE BAR
IN MY HEAD I'M LIKE:
IN REALITY HE'S LIKE:
WHEN I TRY SELLING MY CLOTHES TO PLATO'S CLOSET
They act like they're not buying so I pull out the big guns:
SOLD.
Perfect Storm of Caffeine and Genetics
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Rosy cheeks
Strong of bone
Sly of wit