Eight years ago, I was talking to the hottest girl I had ever met (up to that point). We were discussing a bunch of things and she asked me if I wanted a beer.Me: “I don’t drink.”
Her: “Not even water?”
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Documenting the Vast Amounts of Absurdity Escaping My Brain
About Me
- NotEvenWater
- I observe regular things in life, overanalyze them and come up with crazy theories that lack any logical support. Welcome to Crazyland.
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