“sweatpants, hair tied, chillin’ with no makeup on. that’s when you’re the prettiest. I hope that you don’t take it wrong.”
…..someone tried to use these exact lines in everyday conversation with me after I wandered into a house party directly after going on a run. (minus the “I hope that you don’t take it wrong” part. because I think only the most high maintenance of lassies would take that wrong) thank the sweet lawd that I consider myself a Drake connoisseur and could aptly applaud them on their resourcefulness. thanks again, Jimmy Brooks, for getting up on out of that wheelchair and strolling yourself right on into the hearts and pick-up-line repertoire of awkward fraternity boys.
for future reference, it didn’t work. next time maybe go with something a little more charming like some Sir Mix-A-Lot or SisQo?