First of all, drunk bowling pix? You better hope I never find those or catch you bowling. They'll be all over the apartment complex, slipped underneath every single door, plastered on the fuckin' ceiling, and bowling is gay. Secondly, Whitney Port is a doll, with her sweet manners and coquettish batting of her lashes all... walking around shamelessly licking her mouth...
Anyway, [In his best Han Solo husk.] Princess, I can't text directions to a phone number I don't have. How about you text me right now?