I'm not sure if I told you already but I used to habite à Paris.
Everyone dreads your contribution to the group chat.
Fantastic. You drank all the nice wine and left us with bastard blossom hill.
We all know you are using your baby as a substitute for your boring personality.
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.
All that she wants is another rosé.
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.
