Finally, an answer to the age old question, Do font snobs exist?
If it’s not five star cuisine I’d honestly rather starve
Oh Karen, marry me?
“Darling, quickly! Have the footman lock the carriage doors. The stench of the proletariat is soiling my silken jacket!”
WHAT HOTEL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
How awful they’re making you deal with looking at them.
And to you, good sir, please erect thy penis and proceed to fucketh thyself.