And steal a limo driver’s hat. Now enough talking.
You’ve got it.
Fuck that. I’m picking you up from the airport.
Are you going to hold up a sign?
You’re gonna have a blast. And I’ll text you every day. I love you. I love us.
And you’ll be ready to meet me in my room when I get back, right?
Good. Because I need to maximize on every minute I have with you before you leave me for Mexico. And I need to get out some frustration.
If Mexico sucks I’m going to be so upset. Either way, you’re going to have fun and I’m going to get a good tan. You get some frustration out and then I’ll get some cuddles in.
Soooooooo…I’m going to kiss you.
That’s a good plan.
I don’t have my calculator…so let’s just say it’s 140 percent.
So you love me 140% and I love you 400,000,000%.
Multiply that by like…3.
I’m not very good at math. I took trig in high school but I was terrible at it.
I didn’t realize we were calling dibs.
Shhh don’t tell Rachel.
I think you don’t even know how much I actually love you.
Probably about half as much as I love you. No more than 75%.