How many times do I have to send this steak back to the kitchen?
“Where the fuck is my latte?”
Don’t steal my moves.
Less than a phone call away.
It’s a constant battle.
No autographs.
Stare at this for 60 seconds.
Yoga is for bitches.
“Street wear” can shove it.
Never pay by the hour.
Give the bitch what she wants.
Feel it with your eyes.
