Kill the Director

@rex-neeley

( ✌ ) here is my head and here is my spout they work together; ( they can't figure anything out )

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"You can’t go ahead and say that, then not give me the five dollars." She slapped her palm. "Hand over the five dollars." Blair scoffed-mocking her dance partner, shaking her head. "There’s plenty of people who get sandwiches in the morning. Just because mornings started at noon for you, doesn’t mean it’s an afternoon snack." She took another sip from her red cup, a smirk on her lips as she did so.

"One, I’m five five. I’m not that tiny. And you underestimating my body lifting abilities will be your downfall."

"Wait, you’re prone to aggressive tap dancing?" She looked down in front of them, he wasn’t at all on beat with the song playing above. It only made her want to laugh, much like most things Rex Neeley did. "All I ask is for a fair warning before that comes over you, I want to make sure I’m at a safe distance from you."

Blair nodded, slowly. He did make a point, she couldn’t help but kiss him whenever they met. Her hands traveled to his chest, her fingers tapping against it. She blamed him for that fact, if he wasn’t him, then she’d be able to control herself. “Is that you trying to tell me you have a problem with it? Because I could always not kiss you if that’s what you want.” Blair pulled away from him, playfully.

He paused, eyeing her with feigned suspicion. "Right, how 'bout I just take you out for an afternoon snack tomorrow. You can tell me more about your interesting new life and what not." Rex raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in a ridiculous attempt to emphasize his point —— it worked every once in a while. "And when I say afternoon, I mean afternoon. None of this morning bullshit you speak of."

"If that is a my downfall, I think I've done alright."

Rex immediately lifted and waved his finger in her direction, a tsk tsk falling from his lips. "It's compulsive, I can't control it." This was just another prime example of the ridiculous things that he would say —— it was a never ending cycle of sarcasm and random stories which made no sense. "I'm sorry. It's a disease."

{——————}

Oh, that wasn't fair. He furrowed his brow at her tactic, comedic frustration washing over him. She might as well be a Jet song —— after all...........that girl's a genius. "You never know how much you enjoy something until someone threatens to take it away." This entire situation seemed a bit odd........especially considering the fact that he hadn't seen her in close to a year.

Supposedly, with some people, jumping back into old habits and conversation was easy.

Blair raised her eyebrow, wondering if he was being serious. But with further thought, she could always use this as an opportunity to get five bucks out of Neeley, so she twisted his lips before putting her hand out. Had it been anyone else, she would have gone into a rant about how her brains were worth a lot more than five measly dollars. But with Rex, that just went out the hypothetical window. “Sure, give me the five. I’m sure I could get a good sandwich down at St. Elmo’s in the morning.” Blair shook her head as he spoke, of course he’d turn her punishment into something enjoyable. “No, I haven’t and I’ll have to find some other punishment since you’re enjoy that too much. I’ll just stick you in the trunk.”

She nodded, wondering why he thought she’d be lying. “Yeah, you did. You spaz.” The brunette took another sip from her drink. “Good.” She repeated after him, a light laugh escaping her lips.

"You know I heard that’s an actual condition, maybe you should get yourself checked out because I can’t imagine that’s an easy way to go about life." Blair pat his shoulder, feigning sympathy for him. She couldn’t exactly deny that she did like him, he was a great friend. One of her best friends, actually. Did she really like him? Now that was the million dollar question. She did enjoy his personality, he always made her smile. It was impossible not to enjoy being by his side. Maybe she did really like him. "Are you the head of this club?"

Blair was prepared to apologize if she had overstepped her boundaries, but when he kissed her right back, she wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him close as she kissed him, breaking away from him to laugh. She wasn’t this girl, yet she didn’t regret it for a moment. She’d lost the chance to do that last year, she needed to make up for lost time.

"Why do you say that, Neeley?"

"If you think I'm just going to hand it over, then you've got another thing coming." He scoffed at the idea, an eye roll immediately following. Ah, foreplay. "Besides, who would get a sandwich in the morning? It's an afternoon snack at best —— clearly, you can't be trusted." Rex shrugged nonchalantly. The topic was brushed off as though it was a daily occurrence ;; the discussions of her infamy and fabrications. "Is that what you'll do? Y'know, for someone so tiny, you sure do have a lot of confidence in your body lifting abilities."

"It's not easy, no. But I am dealing with it just fine. Better that than this horrid ailment of aggressive, compulsory tap dancing. Beware......it happens at random. " It was, at times, difficult for him to approach something with complete sincerity. He was a good person, no doubt; however, Rex found comfort in humor. This trait could prove problematic for many different people, especially in moments of solemnity "You tease, but yes. I happen to be a very big fan of myself."

He could understand. Blair had just returned from school and wanted to loosen up a bit; who better to try that with than the boy it didn't work out with the first time. And, now that the thought was in his mind, he couldn't seem to remember how it really panned out. They remained friends —— left on good terms (every other cliche you could possibly think of). However, if this particular girl was going to toy around with him.......he'd have his fun too; or whatever cheap antics a sarcastic piece of shit could think of. "Well.........it seems as though we can't hang out without you kissing me."

"No, I payed good money for this knowledge, if I’m selling it, it’s going to have to be at an exclusive auction at Sotheby’s. My smarts will have to go to the highest bidder. Someone I know will take good care of it." Blair shook her head, not at all shocked that he was the type to argue a shotgun. "I hope you know how to choose and pick your battles, because if you try to argue my shotgun, I can promise you there’s only one way that’s going to end, with you tied to the roof of the car." She raised her eyebrows. "To this day? I’m impressed, Neeley."

Blair followed his ramble, the smile on her face only growing wider as he went on. She just eyed him in amazement as he spoke, adding this to the reasons why he was such a great friend. He could ramble on about a situation as hypothetical as selling spiked Kool-Aid to toddlers and do it with such charisma. It was so entertaining. “You made prefect sense, actually.”

"You really would, you say that with a bunch of sarcasm, but I think you really would. I don’t treat nearly anyone the way I treat you." Blair said. "Imagine how I treat the people I don’t respect." Blair nodded, although the sarcasm was more an apparent. "Oh yeah, definitely. The cool and cultured kids. It’s sexy, it’s pretty sexy.”

Blair’s eyes grew wide to tease him. She thanked the frat member for grabbing his camera, bringing his hand into hers so she could lead him to where the rest of Ravenwood was dancing the night away. But of course with Rex Neeley, things are never that simply. After being dragged back twice to the frat boy, she managed to pull him away and into the crowd. “Don’t worry, your baby is going to be fine.” Blair draped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her as she bopped to the upbeat song playing from the soundsystem.

Her eyes met his brown ones. The mix of cheap alcohol in her system, their closeness, matched her lust for the boy definitely did not make it easy for her to resist kissing him then and there. And if she was being honest with herself, she didn’t want to resist it. This was her summer of independence, of love, or something close to it. So she did what she’d done all those months ago and leaned in to press her lips back against his.

"I have about five dollars. That enough?" He raised his eyebrows, playing the bit as though this was the highest amount of money one could possibly hope for. Right. Rex responded first with nothing but a smile —— Blair's brutal nature amusing him once more. It was easy to say that he was always impressed. The petite brunette never let anyone get the better of her..........and, supposedly, she took her shotgun rules very seriously. "I'd be worried if I hadn't always wanted to try that. I mean, have you seen Death Proof?"

—————"I did?" He paused, eyeing her suspiciously in the process. It wasn't often that people understood his rambled speeches —— while it was rather annoying, he had grown accustomed to it. "Good." He added after a moment of hesitation. "Good."

"You should know by now that everything I say is laced with sarcasm. I honestly can't control it anymore. It's out of hand." The edges of his lips curved upward as he let the truth slip. Rex could be very sincere, yet sound as though he bullshitting anyone and everyone. It was a struggle. "Yeah, I noticed that. You must really like me." He teased her with a cocky grin, his hand eventually bringing the drink back to his lips. "I hear there is a club you can join."

He should've been surprised. Should have, but wasn't —— and he was only a little brought down that he hadn't gotten to it first; after all....she really did enjoy making the first move. He had to respect that. So, in an act of youthful male antics, he kissed her back. It was as simple as that. No hesitation....only a quick, yet lasting reciprocation.

As the music continued, he pulled away; a wide smile graced his features as an eye roll soon followed. "I think we've got a problem, Bueller."

"I’ll make sure to keep it in mind. You know, I’ll take out of some that Princeton knowledge to make space for it." She deadpanned. No one in Rosewood was able to challenge her like he did. That’s probably what she adore most about the boy in front of her. He kept her happy. "But I asked you first, even in elementary government 101, you learn that first always rules. That’s why you don’t see people fighting when someone calls shotgun. You just have to accept it." Blair held her cup out at him. "Thank you, Rex. For being such a great old friend of mine."

Blair tilted her head, shocked that he thought she was gullible enough to believe that. “I know not literally. I’m pretty sure Kool-Aid would be out of business if they were getting the children of America drunk. Those housewives would not take kindly to that.” Blair looked down at her drink, knowing the Tri Lambs all too well. They were inventive, and that was putting it nicely. So she simply took another sip and enjoyed whatever it was for being what it was. ”You and me both. Cheers to your fraternity.” Blair shook her shoulders to the music playing, she noticed him looking her over. Suddenly she felt her heart beating just a bit faster. During her time away, she had spent her head in the books, not really having time for relationships. They distracted her from her endgame. But the attention was nice, especially coming from him.

Blair raised an eyebrow at his use of babe, wondering if he’d even noticed what he had just called her. All of this was bringing her back to last yer. “Okay, for a Vespa, I can understand selling out.”

"Not at all, actually."

Blair put her empty cup down, grabbing his hands. There was no way she wasn’t going to get at least one dance out of Rex. As much as he wanted to be in charge of blackmail detail, he had to have fun as well. “Come on, put the camera down for a second and dance.”

"Why stop at some? I say get rid of all of it and start a lucrative eBay business." Rex raised his eyebrows before enjoying the stereotypically disgusting 'special' drink. The secret ingredient being the more you drink........the better it tastes. "I don't know about you, but I argue every time someone else calls shotgun. Must be because I'm such an anarchist." In an effort to continue tradition, he followed suit and lifted his cup. "It comes naturally." A breathless laugh escaped his lips as he opted out of another sip. It was a while ago, but he did recall a short period of time when the term 'friendship' was up for debate: however, as previously stated, that was a year or so prior.

"I don't know about that. They could become the cult classic of drinks. Although, getting the children of America drunk would be the opposite of 'drinking the Kool-Aid' and that, in itself, is just a clusterfuck of crazy." He paused, only now having replayed the words in his head. "Am I making any sense? I can never really tell."

"Ah. Well.....I'm glad. I would hate for your extreme respect for me to dwindle." He smirked mischievously. "Besides, only the c o o l kids would choose a Vespa over a motorcycle. Safety is sexy, am I right? Or am I right?"

As she grabbed his hands, his eyes widened significantly. Put down his camera? As if he'd ever do that. His gaze quickly traveled around the grounds, ultimately stopping at a fellow frat member. "Hey! Do me a favor! Hold this for me. I will be back." He turned to leave only to go back seconds later. "You break it you buy it." Again, he left yet quickly returned. "The lens is very sensitive so don't just..drop it on the floor, okay? And remember to...."

"A year away from this place and I forget all about our conditions. Please give me a minute to get back in the groove of it all." Blair held her hand up to his face for a beat. "And it’s back and now I fully expect you to get me a drink. I asked first, playground rules, after all."

"This is Kool-Aid? They definitely have upped their selection of flavors. But for the sake of keeping kids from sliding under the influence, I hope this is strictly for teenagers at house parties." She took another sip from her drink, it definitely had a kick to it. She was sure to be feeling it the next morning but that was neither here nor there. She had more important things to focus on, like how cute he looked right then and there. Sure, he was her friend, first and foremost. But there was no denying the fact that she did find him attractive. "I have my fingers crossed that soon enough, you’ll be swimming in money. And hopefully that doesn’t come because you sold out to make some high budget shit fest."

Blair shoved his arm, playfully rolling her eyes. “Must you always be a little shit?” Blair scrunched her nose in his direction as he complimented her. For some reason, it meant so much more coming from him than the countless others who had congratulated her.

"You know, I just knew you’d enjoy that reason. I’m sure that ego has just grown a couple sizes too big. Now come on, dancing is a must tonight.”

Tsk. Tsk.

“Fine —— just remember how terribly inconvenienced I am right now.” He scrunched his nose for dramatic effect: a deadpan expression soon following as he lifted the cup to his lips. The pride this young boy felt in his ability to coast on sarcasm was astounding. It was really the only thing he learned in high school —— or so he’d claim. “Ah, but I asked you second……clearly 'we’ve' only taken elementary government 101.” Rex paused. “But I guess I can scrounge up a drink for an old friend.”

The smile was immediate yet unintentional. He would think that she, above all, would understand what he had meant in his previous statement. “Not literally, Blair,” he said through short bursts of laughter. “Drinking the Kool-Aid…..figuratively. This —— well to be perfectly honest with you, I have no idea what this is.” Again, he took a drink. “I will say this though…..I like it.” As she spoke, he scrutinized her carefully. It was habit that he was “positive” most people possessed. Or perhaps that was simply his director tendencies taking over: he was, after all, very observant of his surroundings.

She had changed. He could see it in the way she held herself —— oddly enough, she was more confident (if that were even possible). “I would film an Old Spice commercial if it meant I could upgrade my nonexistent Vespa. Sorry babe —— selling out is all the rage.”

He feigned innocence, a look of confusion quickly forming across his features. “Sometimes I sleep. Does that answer your question?”

“Depends on your definition of too big,” he immediately moved on: one sentence forming into the next. “Perhaps not. I’m on blackmail duty. I film others making fools of themselves —— I’m not supposed to do it myself.”

"Is that so? I didn’t know we were working under playground rules." Blair smiled, marking that down as something else she had missed about the boy. Everyone in her life was so dramatic or serious now a days, she was on the verge of a panic attack every time she went to her law class. Sure the fast paced life was for her, but just being able to laugh and enjoy herself, that was something she had missed so much.

"I can’t dispute that, I did come back. I guess I am crazy. So is everyone else who decides to come back home for the summer." She noticed his eyes wandering, her eyebrow raising as a result. "Are you serious?" Blair grabbed onto his arm, rubbing it excitedly. "That’s a huge deal but not completely unexpected. It’s you. You know you’re going to have to show me that trophy."

"Well, it’s a long story. Let’s just say that I had to claw my way up to one of the top four law students in my class which is no easy task given my teacher is one of the toughest human beings I’ve ever met, but she’s actually really cool under her cool exterior. Basically she’s everything I want to be in life." Blair tilted her head, a coy smile on her face. "And as for what I’m doing back here, let’s just say I missed you.”

❝It's safe to assume that we're always working under those conditions.❞ His comment was quickly delivered, as though he had predicted her response beforehand. This little tidbit was a frequent occurrence during their 'closer ' days. The wit was fast and the sarcasm was strong. That being said, Rex wasn't entirely surprised to see it immediately pick up again.

❝True. I'm beginning to think that there is something in the Kool-Aid. A bunch of addicts running back for.....whatever this drink is.❞ He turned the cup in his hands, eyeing the liquid suspiciously. Of course, this was simply for show. It was a steady mixture of alcoholic beverages that he probably should have stayed away from. Unfortunately, he was parched. ❝Thank you, Bueller. Though, I'll only be happy when these awards involve more money than I can handle. Until I'm bathing in my bank account.....I'm unimpressed.❞

He smirked mischievously before taking a sip of his drink. ❝She's cool under her cool exterior? Who would have guessed?❞ Rex laughed lightly before shaking his head, ❝Honestly, I'm not surprised. You always did go above and beyond with school. Congratulations.❞

❝ —— Well, as far as good reasons go......you kind of picked the best.❞

Blair gasped as he snapped a picture of her, not even wanting to know how badly she must have looked in that photo. “That was definitely a compliment, one that I might just have to take back after that flash attack.” She blinked her eyes repeatedly, trying to focus on the boys face once again. “Rex…” She mimicked him, the smile on her face only growing brighter.

Being away from Rex, it only made her miss him all that much more. She stepped towards him, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tighter. “Okay, let’s just get into it. I have missed you far too much, you movie nut. How have you been? You will have to tell me all about how awesome your life has been so far.” Blair took a quick sip from her cup. “And I’ll tell you all about Princeton, which is kind of awesome to be honest. It’s kind of mecca, compared to this place.”

❝Sorry, no take backs.❞ He shrugged nonchalantly, as if the phrase was normal (and professional) for a man his age: of course......it's common knowledge that Rex tends to dance over a blurred line of childish antics and adult behavior —— you never know how the director will react. And yet, oddly enough, it was Blair that had caught him by surprise. He figured that he knew her well enough by now....but even he'd have to admit that the hug was unexpected.

❝And yet you came back.......... once again proving my insanity theory to be correct.❞ Rex paused, taking in her appearance before following suit with a drink. ❝I don't think my stories will be as interesting as yours. I eh...Oh! I won a film competition. They gave me a trophy and everything. Pretty cool —— but other than that....nothing I think you'd be all that interested in hearing.❞

❝But go on. Tell me about Mecca and how you foolishly ended up back here again.❞

It had been a while since Blair decided to just let loose and actually go to a party; especially a college party. She wanted to think that she was far too mature for these things but here she was, red cup in hand, actually enjoying forget house party jams of the early 90’s. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all? She was sure not even the assholes who use to make her skin boil would ruin her night.

She was a different Blair Bueller. A happier one.

And for that, she thanked Princeton, but now she was back home and she was prepared for whatever that brought on. She just hoped that would be fun times and good memories. Nothing that would revert her back to that girl. As she made her way through the intoxicated crowds, stopping to say hello to a passerby that noticed her here and there, she spotted someone who she actually truly missed.

The one and only, Rex Neeley. With camera in hand, of course. She could feel her stomach flutter as she stepped towards him, but she took a sip of her beer to try to drown those feelings out.

"Somethings never change."

He tapped his foot: a rhythm somewhat similar to that which fell from the speakers. A song he distinctly remembered despising at one point —— and, for some odd reason, he knew all of the words. Of course………he wasn’t about to announce that little tidbit. Instead, he lifted the camera with one hand and took a tilted shot: a night of drunken photos taken by a semi-sober photographer. ❝You gonna post those?❞

❝On the internet? You bet your thick shades I will. Only way to humiliate multiple people at once…..and eh………document memories. But mostly the first bit.❞

As he shuffled through the different photos saved in his camera, a similar voice caused him to divert his attention. Blair Bueller: the same, yet completely different. He hesitated for a short moment, slightly shocked by her presence. It’d been a while. So, being the guy he was, Rex lifted his camera and snapped a quick shot of her. ❝I’m going to go ahead and consider that a compliment.❞ He laughed casually before hanging the camera strap from his left shoulder, “Blair….”

#.one #i think doing this a year later is a great idea!!!

Pure Imagination || Bex

As it should. I’ve been perfecting my sarcasm for years now. I’ve basically got a PHD in it by now. [Blair noticed the smile on his face, she hated how infectious it was because even if she didn’t intend on smiling, his always brought hers out. She knocked her shoulder against his, just to bother him.] No, I would not take him serious because he should leave the underwear at home. Who wears shorts over tights? It’s ridiculous. He, himself is committing a crime. A crime of fashion. I hear those are serious. [Blair had to give him that, the low voice was a trademark of Batman. Without the low voice, you’d have a pretty weak Batman. So she nodded, even if she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.] Fine, you’re right, you need to have the voice.

Well if you want me to dress like Catwoman, you’d have to dress like my favorite Superhero, which is Spiderman. You’d have to turn in the shorts for tights, all over. [She popped a sour patch kid into her mouth, the look on her face just let him know that she was challenging him.] I also remember that I’d have to be in my underwear if we were to play guitar hero. First a kiss and now you want me half naked, man Neeley, you sure do move fast. [Blair winked his face, laughing.]

I'll believe that when I see the diploma. { He tilted his head to emphasize the point before being pushed slightly by her shoulder. This caused his eyes to widen as a look between entertainment and shock graced his features. } There she is! I'm never really sure things are copacetic, but then you turn aggressive....and I know we're good to go. { A short, yet rowdy laugh fell from his mouth as he un-linked his arm from hers; casually wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. } So..........you're saying he should just go commando? Now —— that is another crime altogether; indecent exposure Miss. Lawyer. I'd much rather see his underwear than his little friend.

Spiderman? Is that supposed to be a deal breaker? I mean......if I m u s t.....I'll even run around town in it —— not that anyone would know it was me. Gotta love that mask. { Rex smirked in response while walking forward and snatching a Sour Patch Kid for himself. To explain himself, he shrugged. } I gotta try everything. { As she brought up the underwear fact, he feigned innocence. } Ooooooh yeah. I actually....definitely.....forgot about that. Well, y'know, rules are rules.

Pure Imagination || Bex

Oh yeah, it’s definitely life-altering. [She said, sarcasm apparent. Blair stopped to link her arm with his.] But that’s why he gets no credit, because he wore shorts with tights and was called the boy wonder. Who can take that seriously? You’d be a cool Batman though. And who says you have to speak that low?

[Blair raised her eyebrow.] Really? I suppose I can. I just have to be given the right incentive. [Blair let go of his arm to walk to the wall of candy, grabbing one of the plastic bags so that she could fill it up. She eyed which one she would go for first and she decided on her favorites, sour patch kids.]

Your sarcasm burns. { A smile followed his comment as their arms linked together. His attention moved to her. The conversation had always been easy with Blair, yet after the events at the dance, he adopted a nervous demeanor whenever she stood close. } What you're saying now....it's blasphemy. So, let's say that you saw a boy running around in his underwear fighting crime....you wouldn't take him seriously? { It was easy to see that he had been kidding; though, as the words left his mouth, he found a curiosity in her not yet answered response. } Oh I would? Wait a minute —— a major aspect of Batman is his unnaturally low voice. I would be a joke if I did not go down an octave or two. Who cares about crime fighting.....you have to sound the part.

The right incentive? { Rex paused momentarily before moving towards the section of candy that first caught his eye. } I'd offer to dress up too, but I hear someone doesn't like the shorts part of the costume. { He took a bag of toffee in his grasp before turning on his heel. } Or we could go with the good ol' classic bet route. Maybe some guitar hero. I don't know if you remember, but I'm kind of good at it.

[text] I was wearing /the/ t-shirt and I thought I should text you about it.

The t-shirt? Well, my night has officially been made. Of course, it's a poor substitute for my company.

#text #text:alice #alice-johnson-reynolds

isabelsimmons-blog

Oh yeah, it’s great. I’m starting to think I should stop hanging around teenagers altogether, adults are way cooler.

So I've heard. The real party is in the teacher's lounge.

Pure Imagination || Bex

Did you really have to think about that? [She rolled her eyes as she started to lead him towards the second story of the candy store.] Please, you did not just pick Robin. Really? Robin. I would have picked Batman over Robin anyday. But if I had to pick anyone, Catwoman would be my first choice.

I think about all life-altering decisions, Bueller. { He followed suit, his eyes scanning the store as his feet continued to move up the stairs. } People do not give that guy enough credit. He rocks that costume AND the title of boy wonder. Besides, Batman is far too broody and that low voice lifestyle choice would really fuck up my karaoke skills.

You.....as Catwoman....is something I support and agree with 100%. And hey, if you ever feel the need to just....I dunno....dress the part. You go ahead.

justbabyharris-deactivated20140

Winnipeg? Like…in Canada? I didn’t know there were starving children in Canada.

I don’t have any cash, do you take checks?

Eh....mhmm. Those poor, poor Canadians. No one ever pays attention to them. And it's ridiculous because there are starving children everywhere.

But of course we do.

#c:baby #haha #he won't go that far!#only a part time shit disturber #XD

isabelsimmons-blog

I know, I know.

So.....how is life among the adults? Is the conversation stimulating? I hear it has a lot to do with the stock market and weather.

#c:isabel #now i want to watch the oc #gah

Pure Imagination || Bex

[Blair laughed as he spoke, knowing where he was coming from because it was impossible not to want to just eat everything until you came out delirious from all the candy.] We can always go upstairs and just have a bit of everything? How about that then you don’t have to pick because we both know that even a coin flip wouldn’t have helped you decide, Harvey.

{ He feigned a train of thought....after all, he was clearly going to pick the 'all you can eat' selection. But, for shits n' giggles, he scrunched his nose and played the deep in thought card. } Hmmm......yeah, let's go with that. Endless candy is always the best choice.

Whoa there DC fan, cool it with the nicknames.

.......If anything I'm Dick. I'd say Bruce, but he doesn't get the wicked shorts. C'mon, now.

justbabyharris-deactivated20140

I’m—what am I doing? I’m sorry? I thought they were giving these away for free.

Free? Oh.......no, no. You have to pay for those. It's for a charity event —— all proceedings go to helping young starving children in......Winnipeg.

#c:baby #oh gosh #he's being a little shit

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