but you have no arms. you can not hug.
I can no longer eat chunky soup in public by myself and be socially acceptable because I have no arms.
I am not chocolate.
I don't technically exist.
I'm married to everyone.
No, those jeans don't make you look fat
I dislike you.
i wake up every morning and brush my teeth with rainbows after i piss excellence and wash my face with glory