For the love of God and every other deity in the fucking world, will someone get this dog to stop barking every night.

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For the love of God and every other deity in the fucking world, will someone get this dog to stop barking every night.
Well which one do you plan on being now? Keep me prepared. You probably should have anticipated, but now that you’ve mentioned it it wouldn’t be as fun so I’m not gonna bother. It’s Ivy.
None— I take it you're not going to take well to any of them, so I'll save my jaw the slap. Poison Ivy — it's fitting. Nice to meet you, I'm Tyler.
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The laugh that bubbles up is almost awkwardly out of place, but he makes it work somehow, giving the other a look, and then peeling his gaze away to peer through the window. He’s too out of sorts today to deal with anything in a remotely normal fashion, it would seem. “I mean, I suppose I could if you wanted me to, but I was just planning to take the cab after you got off.”
He's a little weirded out by the strangers approachability — he's nice. Being the cynic that he is, niceness doesn't just come along out of nowhere — especially not in Manhattan, mid of the day — he's sketchy, or Tyler's going to deem him sketchy, because he doesn't like him. Of course, he doesn't have a legitimate reason as to why he doesn't like him but his current mood pushes him to hate anything and everything around him, and the boy is going to be no exception. But he supposes if he's gonna be a fucking weirdo, he might as well make some conversation with him — judging by the traffic, it's gonna be a long fucking ride. "Alright..., I guess— that's like cool, yeah. I mean— sure. Where're you headed?"
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I believe what you're trying to ask me is, what's wrong with the rest of the world? Because I'm fantastic mate, thank you for asking.
Gonna throw out that even though I had to spend the day with a professor who kept saying “earf” instead of “earth”, and now have some random dude tell me about his balls, I can safely say I had a hell of a lot better day than you.
Jesus, it's the twenty-first century, I thought we were getting more comfortable with our bodies. What's up with everyone and overreacting a dude mentioning his balls?
A - If I’m in love. B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was. C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed. D - If I have a preference for boys or girls. E - How many holes I have in my ears. F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’ G - The last person I said ‘I love you’ to. H - The last person I hugged. I - The last time I felt jealous, and why. J - How old I am. K- What my full name is. L - If I have siblings. M - If I forgive betrayal. N - If you want to know how I treat my friends. O - If I like my school. P - What kind of music I like. Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be. R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities. S - 2 habits. T- 5 things I love unconditionally. U - How many texts I send daily. V - 3 big dreams. W - An idol. X - If I’ve done something I regret very much. Y - If I like my town and why. Z - Ask any question you want.
Watch Shameless meme • gentlemen 1/6 , Lip Gallagher
↳ “A. You stink, B. You’re not as funny as you think you are and C. You whacked a bouncer, so you’re gonna be dead soon. So it’s pointless getting to know you.”
I wholeheartedly relate and understand up to the balls part. You got me there, and my heart aches for you and your chilly testes.
From one bro to another, I'm glad you're mature enough to not giggle at the word balls — winter fucking sucks.
As two human beans in the same room capable of vile, psychotic, and temperamental things, I doubt you’d appreciate anything I could have said. Plus sarcasm’s my most fluent language, so sorry, them’s the breaks, bro.
Whoa, whoa. Easy there, sunshine. I said I was an asshole, I'm not capable of being vile, psychotic, and temperamental — it's usually one or the other. What's your name, bro? Or should I anticipate a smart ass response for that as well?
Who pissed in your cereal, dude?
I don't eat cereal. It's like sugary bird shit.
Well aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine?
Honestly, I don't really appreciate sarcasm unless it's coming from me.
I wouldn’t take that lying whore’s word for it anyways.
Beau. Got a name or do I just call you BitchFit?
Oh shit— hit a sensitive spot, my bad. BitchFit, it's endearing I like it but I like Tyler a little more. Or Ty, preferably Ty. Tyler's long, and chances are by the time you finish saying it, I'll have taken my attention elsewhere.
I was going to ask if you had a barbie collection. Thank you for clearing that up. And Tyler is an original name. You’re your own person, therefor you’re original.. As cheesy as that may sound. Madeline is only my full name, haven’t been called that since second grade. Madi is just fine.
I think a grown man with a barbie collection is slightly weird, even for me. If that's the way you'd like to look at it. Ah, cool. Got it— Madi it is then. Nice to meet you. So you're like a professional photographer?
She was expecting that, not because she’s heard it from him or anything, hell, she didn’t even know the kid, but because chivalry really was dead. “You can sit here and continue this pointless argument because you and I both know none of us are getting out, so how about we share the cab?” And again, she was late, so yes, she’d much rather share a cab than to get out of here and wait for another cab. Turning back to look at the male, Emma raised a brow in question. “So, what’s it going to be?”
He's fidgeting with the cigarette laying in his pocket, as he absorbs what emerges from the girls lips. Share the cab. Yeah, so as long as he makes it to the conference on time. Licking his lips hesitantly, he lets out a rather dreaded sigh. "Suppose we could do that, depends on where you're headed though. I'm on a tight schedule— busy man..., and all y'know." He shrugs sheepishly, glancing down at the coffee stain on his pants once more.
Really? I’ve been told I’m a real charmer.
Your mom doesn't count, kid.