Easten
Eastens start off like a nice cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. Then they turn into the guy who steals your hot chocolate and throws it in your face. They’re tall, they’re lanky, they’re a walking basketball hoop. If you don’t run fast, you’ll end up being their personal punching bag. People would pay to get away from him. He’s that bad.
I’m gonna die if I have to hang out with Easten again.
I’d rather eat a pizza that’s been sitting in a trash can for a week than hang out with Easten.
Why does Easten have to be my friend? I don’t even like him.