gader

My cousin’s ex is a gader. She wears socks with sandals and still manages to make my heart skip a beat.

That girl at the gas station who winked at me? Total gader. I’m still waiting for her to ask me for a ride.

My neighbor’s dog is a gader. It barks at everything and still manages to flirt with the mailman.

That gader hit me like a truck. I smoked it and started talking to my plants.

My brother’s gader was so good, he sold his soul to the devil for a second hit.

The gader I got from the guy behind the counter? It was like eating a whole pizza and still wanting more.