I’m pissed. Johnny Depp and I were friends when we were 6 years old. Whatever. We found my grandma’s old steamer trunk in the attic and thought it would be fun to play dress up. It was. My Nunah was in vaudeville so she had a lot of cool stuff: feather boas, private detective hats and scarves, so many scarves. Well this was decades ago and Johnny still has my grandmas shit. I tried asking nice @johnnydepp but you ignored me, pretended you didn’t see me or pretended to be coffee drunk so that I wouldn’t bother you. Welp, I’m botherin’ you now brother. I want my Nunah’s clothes back. They’re not yours. Be cool. PS What’s new w you?