Kendall, Kendall, Kendall. I know if I ever met you you’d probably be insufferable. We probably wouldn’t get along because you’re all about appearances and I am wearing two different socks. People like you and I go together like orange juice and toothpaste. But, I must admit, you are a certified scud missile. Top to bottom smoke pistol. I particularly like when you go braless. I know you’re doing it just for me. But next time, remove the fucking pizzas. XO.
Enjoy a few more. Happy Sunday.