This guy, Chris Waitt, embarks on a pathetic quest to find out why he's such a terrible boyfriend. It lasts, possibly, a bit too long, but its awkwardly funny moments make up for it. Makes for a solid distraction, or good background noise.
On a somewhat related note, spent a night with a future sexual predator, but I did enjoy Manchester Orchestra.
1. "Zero" was not written by Metric.
2. Though the offer to be one of your "hoes", or "bitches that like your raps", is tempting, I don't know if I'm quite ready to be part of a group that has to adopt a reality-tv worthy nickname.
3. Asking me about my date and the "lucky guy" from the other night is a bit odd considering I never told you about it.
4. The fact that you got "Biggest Flirt" for your senior superlative only verifies my pre-conceived notions
5. Please don't thank me for going with you when a) I bought my ticket well in advance and b) you offered me drugs.
Oh, the degeneracy of the boys at Rhodes. Hey, at least I gave it a try.
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