Anonymous asked:

Bruh, free samples are the shit. How can you love anything more than free samples.

Well some anon apparently does but won’t say who :(


The year is 2020. Robin Thicke’s ten year old son is writing a poem for school. Stumped, the child turns to his father, “Dad, what rhymes with ‘hug me’?” A single tear roles down Robin Thicke’s face as he is confronted with the one question he will never be able to answer.