Cash is so painfully irrelevant, I hope we don’t lose him at the bar or s/t.
You won’t lose me, just look for the asshole with the shitty tats of trees on his right arm.
Just don’t try to give me any tattoos when you’re drunk. I have one and that’s enough for right now.
I can’t promise you anything, but you’ve got sweet ink and I wouldn’t want to ruin what you’ve got going with any dolla signs.
Don’t ever say sweet ink. It makes you sound like a phrat boy.
“AY YO, LOOK AT THAT SICK TAT, BRAH.”
I’M IN COLLEGE I DO WHAT I WANT
Or I was anyway, I probably dropped out.
