You can’t just freak’um anything, people. There are rules to this sort of behavior. You can’t just freak’um willy-nilly.
Those who are not fluent in Beyoncé can a.) get the fuck out of mah house and b.) proceed here.
John is taking a break from the usual studying and homewrecking to enjoy a small tour of Europe with his good friend. The boy certainly deserves it. Going to school in London sounds like a stressful, intense, wine-driven endeavor that I don’t think I could survive for even a week. He does more writing or analyzing or theorizing or whatever the fuck it is one does when they’re getting their Masters degree (mastering, perhaps?) than I imagine I’ll ever do in my life. I’m always surprised how many incredibly intelligent, driven, scholastic people I surround myself with, considering I’m constantly talking about cartoons, making a your-mom joke out of any sentence, or just making up words when I simply forget a word. And John could STILL manage to find the latin root to my made-up word.
They must all be attracted to my extensive freak’um dress collection.
Yes, but do they do PINTS of wine there? They totally don’t!