mcr members as things my friends have said pt.3
THANKSGIVING EDITION
yes my best friends families come over for thanksgiving it’s always been that way
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gerard: oh, mikey made the deviled eggs because he knew you liked them
frank: yeah, they’re pretty solid! i’ve already had like 4 and i just walked in
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ray: what’s your favorite chapstick flavor?
mikey, spacing out: ...sour cream
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ray, to gerard: dude, you have to eat the potatoes, you can’t just eat the gravy
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ray: *eats in the living room so he can watch tv*
frank: *walks towards the living room*
gerard: WHAT are you doing, this is a FAMILY DINNER
frank: well, he can’t eat alone...
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gerard: i used to have a hammer in that pillowcase!!!
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mikey, to gerard: if you want someone to hold you, then go sit in a chair
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*taking a group picture so the moms can have a nice one*
mikey: *stands next to the mom taking the picture so he doesn’t have to be in it*
gerard: MIKEY GET IN HERE NOW
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ray: gerard, stop torturing your brother
gerard: i’m not!!
mikey: YES YOU ARE! you’re forcing me to eat pumpkin cookies but i don’t want them!!
gerard: I SPENT 3 HOURS ON THOSE. YOU WILL EAT THEM AND YOU WILL LOVE THEM.
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*all of them watching Aladdin in bed*
frank: my fitbit is telling me to stand
mikey: TIME TO STAND
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ray: are you still eating those red hots?
frank: YES.
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gerard: hey, frank, can i try one of those red hots?
frank: sure
gerard: *spits it out immediately*
gerard: THAT WAS SO NASTY
mikey: well you don’t like cinnamon so that probably why they’re so bad
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gerard: *blows on his pepsi as if it was hot*
mikey: did you just blow on that?
gerard: no, i just exhaled the bad energy
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someone’s mom: does anyone want some tea to take home?
frank: *bad british accent* wold ya like some tea top of the mornin to ya. oh wait that’s irish..
everyone: AHAHAHAHAHAHH
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ray: i’ve actually never had a kiwi
frank, whispering: you’ve never had a kiwi??
ray: no. i mean i’ve had strawberry kiwi caprisuns but that’s about it
frank: THATS NOT EVEN REAL KIWI
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*laying by the fireplace and watching tv that’s up on the mantel*
mikey: what if the tv fell on me. i know it won’t but like... what if
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gerard: hey mikey, did you get any cranberry sauce?
mikey: no...
gerard: why not? you love that stuff
mikey: i’m not in the mood...
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frank: why is mikey so mad?
gerard: he lost his hockey game earlier
mikey: AND all the dads got all cray cray
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some random dad: WHO DRANK MY POP??
frank: ahahahahahaha... me
the dad: SHIT that had vodka in it
frank: HUH??????
the dad: ...
the dad: ... don’t tell your mother
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*driving to the store to get salami*
mikey: I’LL DRIVE!!
frank: ...can you even see in the dark??
mikey: yeah, for the most part
ray: FOR THE MOST PART????
mikey: ahah, yeah
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gerard: i feel like it’s time for some.....
gerard & ray, in unison: s m o o t h j a z z
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*driving past a rich neighborhood*
frank: ugh, i bet all of these people have disney+
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