“I have three words for you: Burn. In. Hell.” - rabbitmov from uh aiden or evan
JESUS CHRIST, he couldn’t make a mustard and veganese bologna sandwich without the Upstairs Bitch™ coming down to ‘stomp his throat’.
For what ? For the chance to spew pathetic vitriol ? Please. He couldn’t even be original about it ! C’mon Evan ! You know better !“Y’kno’ what ? ” HABIT lathered the last loaf with drop of mustard and turned to him, sandwich in hand. “You got spunk, kid, I’ll give ya that. Packin’ some major balls, right ? Right. And I appreciate that. I notice. Don’t think I don’t. Heh, Daddy approves,”
A hand came up to his face and brushed up to his cheek only pat it playfully harsh. He tried for the A+, but sadly all he was getting is an S, for stupid. “but you’re severely, an’ I mean fuckin’ severely lackin’ in the intelligence department.”
Off he went, chewing in thought. ‘Burn. In. Hell’.
Fucking amazing.