Bold of you people to assume anyone wants pictures of your feet.

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Bold of you people to assume anyone wants pictures of your feet.
@abitofafatass sent: “No matter how bad they seem, they can’t be any better, and they can’t be any worse, because that’s the way things fucking are, and you better get used to it. Quit your bitching, Nancy”
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Would that it were true.
Still, he wasn’t entirely sure the outburst was specifically for him. It had the feeling of a line heard or repeated too many times, reinforced until it felt real. Bart couldn’t help but hurt over it, whether the sympathy would be welcome or not.
“I’m sorry.”
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I don't.... actually fucking know but he's acting like I kicked his dog.
@abitofafatass said: “ you know, according to plato, a man is a featherless biped. diogenes the cynic, perhaps the only truly wise philosopher in greece, heard this definition and presented a plucked chicken as an example of plato’s man. it may seem silly, but diogenes made an excellent point about the dangers of defining a person by such broad standards. take this chicken nugget, for example. if plato is to be believed, am i not a cannibal for enjoying this innocuous piece of meat? ”
Clover is doing the same as he does with his team: he’s listening to Griff but the information is being stored somewhere in a less than important component of his brain. Surely, he will comment about Plato and chickens later, but right now Clover rather shuffle his cards. He looks at Griff with a raised eyebrow when presented with the said chicken nugget.
“...How did you get that? We’re on a transport in the middle of a tundra?” Clover asks.
“Nevermind. I don’t want to think about it.” Clover facepalms, chuckling softly.
@abitofafatass || Cont. from X
“Well, um...” He’s fidgeting a bit. “A tall, dark latino with a gruff voice.”
God, he sounded like a giddy school kid.
" Nobody's asking you to do it by yourself. " Although, really, if he could, the old man might consider it. " What I -am- saying is that it seems silly to start stressin' yourself out over planning when we don't even have a set date yet. What are we planning for at this rate? "
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"God I guess you do have it rougher huh?" Grif asked, shaking his head. "Compared to what you're going through, the fucking Simulation Trooper bullshit must seem like basic bitch hour."
“It’s certainly something. Stranger things have happened, sure, but you lot are...unusual, even for Men.”
abitofafatass replied to your post: ‘ i know that i let you down , but i ...
“… Sorry.” Grif sighed. “I’ve just been… really aware of letting people down since I got back. I know its not how it is, but it feels like I’m on thin fucking ice a lot of the time.”
“You’re not, man. C’mon, we’ve talked about this a whole bunch. Hey, c’mere.” Tucker sits up and pats the couch cushion beside him. “I’m gonna keep telling you we’re good till you get it through your head, so get over here and let’s order a bunch of garbage food online.”