Can I quaff it?
Fantastic. You drank all the nice wine and left us with the echo fucking falls.
Your opinion is more pointless than Katy Perry in space.
I'm not sure if i told you already, but I used to live in New York.
Prosecco did not make you do it. Your cunty personality traits did.
Spoiler alert: Your renovation project is the definition of naff.
We both know that you are exaggerating your success.
Which clever cunt drank all the delicious crémant?
Hate plate for a downstairs toilet where you send your least favourite guests.
Don't you dare fucking skip Taylor fucking Swift.
I'm not sure if I told you already but I used to live in London.
Tacky bitch.
Can't wait for the 1000s of shit videos of Oasis to pollute my feed.
Sorry I'm staying in to have a tremendous orgasm.
Hopping on to instgram trends will not save your doomed interiors aesthetic.
