You’re such a creeper, Gabe. 

I’m your favorite creeper, Is.

Oh, um - no worries. 

I’m just gonna, y’know. Pretend this didn’t happen. Excuse me while I drink away this memory.

What’s a....faux bob? Like, what the fuck? What’s a dude named Bob have to do with hair?

“Man, I woke up with the worst hangover I’ve had in years. This is what I get for trying to impress a Russian chick. Vodka is not my friend.”

Dude, that was your first mistake. Unless she looks like fuckin’ Black Widow, walk away.