(Well shit, marisol is five-nine. Lily, FAY GAY LOLOLOLOWAY) Marisol: You're Half the height I am!
Marisol: Okay, so we go on our date and our waitress flirts with him and has the GUTS to call me and tell me he's hers. I come back here, and he asks me what's wrong! Thats junk!
Sissy! Look what I can do! -Points my hand at an unorganised pile of paperwork and it instantly gets organised-