Beaches

What do you say we just pack it in and we go back to the Bronx, huh?

Dear CC, we're spending the summer at our beach house.

Ride? All I ride is the subway.

I don't know. I just walked out on my life.

Well, I know it's not Buckingham Palace, but it's home to me.

I am the captain

I don't give a shit about the sun!

What do you need me for? What?

I didn't want you on this picture. You're trouble.

Dear Hillary, if you're still mad at me, you're gonna love this letter.

I don't know how to fight back. I'm not strong like you.

I was jealous.