Kaiolaphobic
so fed up with kaiola’s nonstop talking about whatever comes to mind that it feels like being tortured
Kaiola: 'Let me tell you about my lunch.' Me: 'I’m gonna scream.'
Kaiola: 'I just need to tell you about my hat.' Me: 'I’m gonna cry.'
Kaiola: 'Let me tell you about my fridge.' Me: 'I’m gonna run.'