"Hot water with who?"
"Yeah which is something I should have done myself a long fucking time ago. Promised Ian I wouldnt cause he said he didn’t wanna visit me in prison anymore."
"Why the fuck are you defending him huh?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? He’s also the guy who beat the shit out of us practically every day of our lives. Not to mention having me raped and forced to get fucking married. Fucker can rot in hell for all I care."
"Nice, hope it was painful."
Just wanna know if the fucker finally kicked it.
I may or may not be currently dressed as Mickey Milkovich…
Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason.
But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.
I NEVER CAUGHT THE PARALLEL
"Really? He dead?"
I reversed the frames and it looks like they’re snuggling to go to sleep.
"Fuck off, just making sure you got somethin on you incase someone jumps ya"
"I can take care of myself."
"Yeah? Tell that to your face ragdoll. Trip and fall on Kenyatta’s fist again?"