 Hit me up on Snapchat. This fucking shit is so fucking lame, man. How much do you weigh? Eww, shit question, Grover. It's been like 10 years since I've spoken to a girl. What's a good question? Coach me, please. What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm sure there will be some thirsty chick out there to help you with all that. Please, Mishie. I don't have anyone else. You're the only person in my life. I'll do anything. Please, just give me a good question to ask. I feel like you're some 15-year-old school holidays with fake accounts. I'm a fun, cool-looking lad. It doesn't match up, hey. I'm a 42-year-old man. I've just gotten out of an incredibly long, abusive relationship. I just couldn't stop abusing her. It was really horrible. And now I'm trying to change my skin and become a better man. Someone my cousin can be proud of. So I'm sorry if I say things that hurt your feelers. Is there any advice you can offer me, Mishmish? No reply. Oh, damn it.