#andreagan

[impuubus]

might as well post this one too :V

[fyeahinsidejob]

Brett: Two years ago today, I married my best friend.

Brett: I mean Reagan was furious, but Andre and I were drunk and we thought it was funny.

[impuubus]

I need everyone to know im their biggest fan

[fyeahinsidejob]

Reagan: I need you to say those three words to me before I leave.

Brett: I love you.

Reagan: Try again.

Brett and Andre, exchanging looks: We will behave.

Reagan: Excellent.

[fyeahinsidejob]

Brett, running enthusiastically: Oh my god, Andre! Reagan! There's a message in my alphabet cereal!

Brett: It says "ooooooooo."

Andre: ...

Reagan: ...

Andre and Reagan, in sync: Brett, those are cheerios.

[fyeahinsidejob]

Gigi: I stand here before you, in sweatpants for the first time ever, to celebrate Reagan Ridley in a place where she spent much of her life, a bar in a house she was not invited to. 

Gigi: Reagan was... full of surprises. 

Gigi: I never knew if she was going to ruthlessly make fun of me, or totally objectify me in a way that was flattering, and also vaguely problematic. 

Gigi: Well - But whether she was lifting me up or calling me out I never felt quite so seen as when she saw me. 

Andre: … 

Andre: Reagan, I know you don't like it when people get all emotional about you, so I channeled all of my love for you into this song.

Andre, high on drugs: WOWOWOW WAWAWAWA DUNDUNDUDUN DUGADUNDUNDUN!

Andre: That's when the foam cannons go pshh! 

Andre: Explode outward! And then back to the song.

Andre: WOWOWOW WAWAWA-

Reagan: Okay, okay, we're good. Thank you. 

Andre: Yeah.

[fyeahinsidejob]

Reagan: I am, as the kids would say, awake?

Andre: Do you mean... Woke?

Reagan: Yes, but that is grammatically incorrect.

Andre, sighing: You're lucky I like you.

[fyeahinsidejob]

Andre: I’m playing a new drinking game. It’s called “Every time I’m depressed, I take a drink”.

Reagan: It’s already a game. It’s called “alcoholism”.