They're balloons! For the party!R--rubbers?
Like, pencil erasers?
Oh no you've tripped and we are somehow now kissing-- let's continue this inside-- are you my boyfriend now? Calling it.
My experience is once you trip and injure yourself, you tend to become far more acutely aware of what might make that happen again in the immediate aftermath.She's about to fall isn't she?
Good thing she is loaded so he doesn't has to worry much about the child support, because we all know neither of them is packing rubbersBoy, when a woman invites you, you accept.