#trustmemadoctor

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trustmemadoctor liked your post:ahomicidalmaniac: That first slash didn’t really...

yuurrrrr sh ut  etup....

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trustmemadoctor replied to your post:5, (not as scared for my life as I'd be if the condom snapped)

((I luaghed so hard I knocked my cat off the bed and now he’s angry and me and its all because of this))

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[2:45:45 AM] Penpen Bananapants The 3rd: 'I HATE YOU'

'I HATE TOU MORE'

'I'LL SEE YOU AT SEVEN ASSHOLE'

'FINE I'LL FUCKING SEE YOU THERE'

[2:45:55 AM] Penpen Bananapants The 3rd: This is their life now

[2:46:00 AM] buggers: they're married

[2:46:01 AM] Penpen Bananapants The 3rd: Cranky old not friends

[2:46:06 AM] Penpen Bananapants The 3rd: Yes

[2:46:19 AM] buggers: meanwhile worth is dancing and drinking with the other resident serial killer

[2:46:24 AM] buggers: he really has a problem

[2:46:29 AM] Penpen Bananapants The 3rd: Man you've got problems

[2:46:36 AM] Penpen Bananapants The 3rd: Seek help

[2:46:59 AM] Penpen Bananapants The 3rd: 'I provoke serial killers anonymous'

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#Aww come now they have this cool one based on my early work it's fucking hilarious

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trustmemadoctor replied to your post:Advice for Christmas Dick: some spray-on cooking oil might let you slip your christmas baubles out of those lights.

((I keep laughing, I’ll sto and then it starts again I’ve spilled tea all over myself and have no more ability to can, help me))

((there's no help for you))

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trustmemadoctor replied to your post: anonymous asked:dear worth. there...

((Excellent advice motherfucker should start an advice column))

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((Did someone say... Birfday? *rolls up* HAPPY BIRFDAY!!!!1))

((AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHH AHHHHH HHH

THANK YOU))

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Moons over-- you're crazy.

There was something to be said for the fact that the human race had evolved far enough to be able to have cake for breakfast. In the form of pancakes, to be specific, which were basically just little cakes that human beings poured syrup over and convinced themselves that is was breakfast food. Most likely to combat the intense emotional toll being human actually took on them.

It was in this mindset that Worth decided to go to Denny's. Tables on fire. Lost cats. Let's eat some cake. It helped that the Denny's he chose was one of the only ones left in the east coast that still allowed smoking inside. Granted, it was in a little boothed off area that showcased the smokers like they were diseased medical experiments, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

He thought about asking Charlie, but she hadn't been feeling very good lately and he didn't want to drag her out into the cold and rain just to sit with him and keep him company. Well, he did but there was also something to be said for a little solitude. He hadn't gotten much of that lately. 

He parked the motorcycle outside and was shown to the smoker's cage rather quickly. Just as he'd hoped, it was basically dead at this hour. The only other people there were a group of elderly men resolutely staring at newspapers and not talking to each other, and a sausage like man in a business suit. Mr. Sausage was meticulously separating his eggs from his hashbrowns with his fork as if one of the two had been sneezed on. 

The little glass walled enclosure was away from both of these characters, and as he passed them they all looked up with a vague expression of disgust and relief. Worth was the poster boy for People Who Ended Up At Denny's At Night. He ordered a coffee, told the waitress he'd "order food when he was ready", and focused on the book he'd brought as she flounced away. 

It was quiet. Only sound being the rain on the windows and the muffled noises of the kitchen from the other side of the restaurant. 

Ahhhh perfect.