>gf now wife
>tfw no gf
the question that keeps me up at night
it is september 20th, the technical start of the autumn season. you sigh to yourself, letting the baseball cap in your hands fall to the ground. it’s no longer summer. your hat is off your head, and not worn backwards. it is no longer time to fucking party.
open the doop, get on the floop. everybody walk the dinosoop