Wren’s been a total buzzkill ever since he got himself a girlfriend. He’s whipped. His girl says jump and Wren isn’t just asking how high. He’s asking how many times, and for how goddamn long. My friend’s balls are no longer hanging between his legs; they’re dangling from Elodie Stillwater’s keychain.
See that's why i love Wren. He's a changed man now
