Tête à Tête Twilight

Last Night. ‘What time’s it now?’ Me: ‘Three.’ ‘How would you know?’ Me: ‘It’s when all the losers go home after having stayed out their invites because they couldn’t pick up a lay, and don’t particularly want to pick each other up either.’ Wanted to drop by Mr. Big’s before my pumpkin turned stale, but aside from the fact that I was completely broke and had to find