Hey, Gosling.
Don’t you know that OH GOD YOUR HAIR ACTUALLY YOU KILLED ME THIS TIME.
Hey, Gosling.
Don’t you know that you could get rushed by some enraptured people and they might make you fall and then that straw could puncture the back of your throat and maybe you’d die? Or at the very least you’d have some voice issues, and maybe making out would be a bit awkward for a while.
Hey, Gosling.
Don’t you know that this small, bald man is just trying to earn your trust before he murders you in your sleep and wears your skin in order to win over the ladies? Don’t worry though, boo. I’ve got your back.
Hey, Gosling.
Don’t you know that you can get all kinds of weird radiation poisoning from using a mobile phone? Dude, you have money. Invest in some hands free. Or, better yet, get off the phone and lavish me with your attention.
Hey, Gosling.
Don’t you know that if you lose too much blood you’ll die? You’ve got it under control? That’s cool. Let’s grab a salad.
Hey, Gosling.
Don’t you know that eating fabric is bad for you? That shit causes all kinds of problems in your lower intestine. How are we meant to live happily ever after if you can’t eat all the delicious foods I drape over my naked body for you?
