fuck yeah, we can live like this

The man, the myth, the legend. Your mother's favorite Beaver. I'm what's cookin' and I'm good lookin'. Original inventor of the Dorito Taco. Stud. SigRho El Presidente. Blake Kennedy.

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: Sing karaoke for me.

Blake: Say please.

[blake-kennedy]

ava-lamont:

Apparently I do. I’ll never make that mistake again though.

What’s wrong whichu?

[blake-kennedy]

matthews-evan:

Oh no, I think you need to prove your worth. You have everything backwards today. 

El Oh El.

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: Not even if I search for a thousand years.

Blake: I have loved you for a thouuuuusand years

[blake-kennedy]

ava-lamont:

Who says I ordered apple pies?

Do people go to McDanks and not get apple pies?

[blake-kennedy]

ava-lamont:

You know your life is sad when your card gets denied at McDonald’s.

Yo but did they give you your apple pies anyways?

[blake-kennedy]

matthews-evan:

Will there be room for me in there too?

I don’t know. Prove your worth.

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: Well then you die and I find myself a new boyfriend.

Blake: You think you could find a love like this?

[matthews-evan-blog]

blake-kennedy:

Well, I must be a chosen one then.

Go catch me a fish the. No, make it a dozen fish!

[blake-kennedy]

I'm busy building myself a shelter.

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: Width for sure. Longer helps.

Blake: You think? What if you trip over them?

[itisjustmylittleworld]

[blake-kennedy]

matthews-evan:

No, only the chosen ones. I still don’t believe you though. 

Well, I must be a chosen one then.

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: Depends on the size of their foot.

Blake: Width or length?

[blake-kennedy]

matthews-evan:

Can you make a fire out of nothing but twigs and your bare hands?

Yeah. Can’t everyone?

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: I think you just lowkey called me fat

Blake: Can fat people not tight rope walk?

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: Why do you say that?

Blake: I don't know, I thought if I made you self conscious about it you'd give me the spot.

[blake-kennedy]

Text: Blake and Tinsley

Tinsley: You can't cause that's what I was going to be. You can be a clown.

Blake: You'd suck at tight rope walking though