Um…not true. Sometimes they begin with a bottle of Jack, a freshly-rolled fatty, way too many giggles, a chicken wing run, and the delusion that the two of you have “sooooooo much in common.”
Catch this couple in five months. By then it’ll be, “Every kiss begins with my ass.“
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