Neither have I, I’ve been on set for three millenia. Uh, yeah! That one. With the cute cashier. I can perv on him silently while you perv over the baked goods.
The blonde or the brunette? Because I’m not going to lie, I think they’re both pretty cute. The brunette especially, his arms are… unf!
The same thing you didn’t understand as 'I don't want to do fucking yoga with you, devil spawn'. But since you insisted, I’ll misunderstand the meaning of quiet all I like.
You’re such a Moody Martin, no wonder you’ve always got that ten year old bratty pout on your face.
I’ll put that guy on the list and give the list to Jay next time I see him, promise. You wanna skip Starbucks and go to that cool tiny place a ways down and get one of those almond croissant things you like?
Thanks, I haven’t seen him in ages. He wouldn’t listen to me anyway, the guy never does. Oh, the place a few blocks away? Yeah that’ll be great, at least I can perv over the baked goods.
Not really sure if this zen and inner peace thing is working for me right now.
What don’t you understand about be quiet?
Aves, c’mon. There’s another Starbucks a block down. Where the people aren’t pervs.
You need to speak that best friend of yours, get some people fired.
You know, some of the books people tend to leave around are pretty damn awesome.
That looks pretty damn shit if I’m honest.
I’m pretty sure I went to bed upstairs.