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He’s not Mr. Rogers. No, he’s something much, much worse.
Like adding a deranged cherry to top off the shit sundae that is my life.
“In case what?” “Bears. Wolves. Possibly owls. You never know with those creepy little fuckers. They can turn their heads all the way around, like they’re possessed. They’re obviously the work of Satan.”
Apparently, I can get off on oral hygiene.
Should I respond with “you complete me” or “I wish I knew how to quit you”?
I’m never going to emotionally recover from this.
“Oh, thank Satan. I was ready to freeze myself to get a chance at that ass.”
“If it’s bad news, I don’t want it. I’d rather live in complete ignorance. The saying is correct, it’s bliss. Anyone who says any differently is selling you something.”
Sem has smeared his face in war paint and Emery lost his shirt somewhere. Is Luke howling?
