Me speaking as Roommate 1 eyes a giant pad of butter hungrily before our fancy swiss four-course dinner: “do not eat that. Wait for the bread. This is like taking a homeless person to dinner.”
In a conversation about men:
R1: well, not all of my friends have gotten desperate and married. You have not gotten desperate.
Gigi: Yeah, I tend to get more get-the-hell-away-from-me-Asshole.
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