Some speed limits are respectable — I’ll go 35, I’ll go 70, sure. Ask me to drive at 55 /65though and the dirty criminal in me cries out and hits the accelerator
Dude had birkenstocks, dickies, a crisp white tee, a random trucker hat, and a pornstache to put it all together. Gentrifier fit 101 Oh and he had Santal 33 on (i could smell it, he was sitting next to me)
The way I want to elope, tell no one, not even family. Announce a wedding a year later, and then announce that we're already married and have been for a year during the reception is my dream scenario. I also want to do the same thing with a pregnancy (just keep it secret until the kid comes) but that'll be a bit harder :/
