i woulda holla'ed at Jamaica on a humble before...but I never get a chance because its busy/she's behind the counter
only options are to message the fatty to immediately inquire about Jamaica and go to burger king if it fails or to say fukk it and not bother with anything
see above. for the record I have no anxiety about hollering at chicks in public. streets, bus stops, malls, grocery stores, anywhere if the situation permits
nikka. These are McDonald's bytches. Say what's up and give her YOUR number. Write it down on some 1997 shyt.
After that the burger is in her court





fukk no, that's just as bad as McDonald's. 
why you always so mean to a nikka
at the first part. this is the kinda stuff mothers teach their kids to turn them into backboneless simps 
