Laurie says: stop making sense.
Kids these days with their
yeets and fleeks.
Am I chuegy? I’m probably cheugy.
Most definitely cheugy.
It’s not that I’m salty and
I won’t simp for them (big yikes,
I know, right?) but this is living rent
free in my head and
hits a little different.
No cap, I’m here to sip the tea
and you can take s e v e r a l seats.
Wait – dank means good now? When
did that happen? Oh shit –
I just broke my hip. Fam – I’m done.
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I love it.