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FINALLY, LUNCHTIME. I’M LITERALLY STARVING.
… IS THAT MY SANDWICH?
THERE’S NO WAY YOU’RE JUST EATING MY SANDWICH.
LOOK AT ME, BECAUSE I’M SERIOUS. IF THAT’S MY SANDWICH YOU’D BETTER MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD.
I SMELL AWESOME TODAY.
(Source: theatredreams, via direwolvescangrowbeardsallover)
HI GUYS, COME ON IN. DINNER’S ALMOST READY AND WE’VE ALREADY STARTED IN ON THE WINE.
DON’T MIND SAMMY, HE GETS REALLY NERVOUS WHENEVER WE HAVE COMPANY, PLUS HIS THYROID IS ALL FUCKED UP.
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(Source: leilockheart, via smileysims-deactivated20120129)
I DON’T APPRECIATE THE TONE OF YOUR VOICE.
SOMEONE SHIT IN THE KITCHEN. THIS IS THE ONLY FACT WE HAVE AT THE MOMENT. LET’S NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES AND START POINTING FINGERS.
DO EITHER OF US HAVE ANY ENEMIES? PEOPLE WE MAY HAVE ANGERED? I’M JUST SAYING, I KNOW YOU DO A LOT OF BLOGGING.
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