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Omfg
I'm at McDonalds, right? I fill a ketchup holder with a fountain drink because I'm thirsty. Fold it in half while I'm on the phone, drop it. I didn't even realize I dropped it.
Some older guy who looks to be about 50~60 calls over to me and my friend. "Trash doesn't belong on the floor." And yes, I agree, so me and my friend look under our table, everything is fine and there's nothing there. We apologize to him.
He says it AGAIN, we apologize. He tells us to pick it up, we say we don't know what he's talking about, he says by my foot. We said sorry and I said I didn't even realize and he said "Well you threw it there in the first place."
Okay, I'm sorry, but there's no need to be this agressive.
"It's because we're alternative." "Oh true."
@pupigutz
So uh
opinions on chapter 15?
*But no one came... For the reason that I died *
V lovely V... coming home and hearing absolutely nothing, which is so very odd, considering the way Oliver always makes your daughter squeal with laughter whenever he tosses her up high in the air (almost giving you a heart attack each time, mind you) or trains football with her. You get into the living room and try to stifle your laughter at the scene infront of you: your snoozing husband, rocking pink pearly nail polish, along with what looks like specks of uneven blue eyeshadow on his closed eyelids. There's also some sort of glitter shining from his stubble, which has been more pronounced ever since he took a longer break to spend more time with his precious girls. The princess crown on his head and ridiculously red apples of his cheeks are the cherry on top of his new look. When you glance at his side, you spot the little artist, peacefully sleeping next to him.
With a click from your phone camera, you get yourself a new phone background and another memory of your beloved family.
oh anon. he is. a girl dad. I know he is, in his very bones. I can see the picture to clearly... exhausted and happy and an absolute mess... he'll get his revenge by tickling her until she begs for mercy and then he'll demand a kiss for each makeup product she used on him... oh my heart...
fucking finally! thank you for giving dune a win!!
SOMEONE GIVE HER A HUG IMMEDIATELY.
i thought i'd sit down to continue my rewatch of 9-1-1 tonight since the show won't leave my mind and now i'm fucking sobbing i forgot how good this show is at emotionally devastating me