You haven’t tweeted in the last 5 minutes…hurry.
Hey! The sun went down 3 hours ago, you don’t need those now.
Wait, are you rolling your own cigarettes?
Are you even inhaling?
I didn’t know you wore glasses…oh wait you don’t.
Those frames are thick.
What’s that ambiguous tattoo on your forearm?
What? You can’t tell me?
Nice white belt.
Thanks, but I didn’t ask if you knew the lead singer’s middle name.
Are you yawning? Borning, are we?
Is that book in your back pocket?
Nietzsche? Really? Hope to get some reading in…at a concert?
You don’t look comfortable.
Everything looks too small on you.
Get your hair out of your face.
Sigh.
F*cking Hipster.
