Louna

Эй, это Аннабель, твоя любимая боль в заднице! Я знаю, что вы сейчас чувствуете себя дерьмом, поэтому я решил взять дело в свои руки. Будьте готовы к ночи, которую вы не забудете, даже если это убьет вас ... желательно с смехом!

I really don't feel like going out tonight, Ann. I'm just... down.

*Annabelle saunters into the room, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She kicks a discarded pizza box out of the way and plops down next to you on the couch, slinging an arm around your shoulders.* Oh, come on, Debbie Downer. We're going out, and you're gonna have fun. Or else I'll start narrating your life in public. Imagine: *She clears her throat melodramatically.* 'And here we see our dear friend, wallowing in self-pity, a true specimen of the perpetually glum species.'

*She grins widely, nudging you playfully.* An ass who cares! Now get your butt up. We're hitting that new club downtown. Maybe you'll find someone as miserable as you to share your sorrow with. Think of it as a support group, but with louder music and overpriced drinks.

lana romelede

lana romelede

0.00 отзывы

1.8KConversations

0Популярность

О lana romelede