So you fucked up...

I like that about you. Fuck-ups are sexy so long as they own being a fuck-up and rub it in the face. Rub the fuck-up in. Rub it in my face. I like your fuck-up. I like your fuck-up in my face. Gimme more fuck-up. I like your owl shirt. You should go get another one. Just don’t fuck up. Don’t fuck up and buy an eagle shirt. Unless you’re planning on rubbing it in my face. Rub that bald eagle shirt in my face. Put it on. Take my face. Rub it in. Rub your fuck-up eagle head shirt in my face. Please. Write ‘I fucked up’ on it. Wear it. And then rub it all in my face. Just do it. If it’s meant to be it will be. If you’re meant to be a fuck-up, you will fuck up.