if you've ever been at a rooftop lounge chatting with your friends about the weird shit you talk about only to find out you were being eavesdropped on during the moment y'all broke into impromptu scenes from a grocery store shelf romance novel with characters named Brock and Daisy whose leather corset quivered as her breasts heaved with the shakey intake of her breath while his lips moved ever closer to her throbbing heart and now said eavesdroppers want to be friends with your group. You may be a resident of Luckytown.
