Mackenzie Gladhill

You’re like a bad pizza that’s been left in the sun all day.

If I had to describe Mackenzie Gladhill, I’d say it’s like watching a cat fight a toaster.

You’re the reason I still use paper towels instead of napkins.

You’re like a broken printer that keeps spitting out the same error message.

If I had a dollar for every time I saw your name, I’d be rich and also very confused.

You’re the reason I still believe in reincarnation.

You’re like a sock that’s been lost in the laundry for ten years.

If cool was a person, you’d be their enemy’s cousin.

You’re the reason I still wear pants instead of just socks.