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Holy fuck ?gy head hurtds, I canit even look at the screen it’s so brigth.
Hangobers hurt.
thst onebkong.
The one edigh the drunek texts. Shoudkent not oru theop.
oh my sweet fjck.ilove walkednig
Fornu licrosice on the gronf. Fukcing smakehd. Cwaneht tuype. Tell my dfnekm I lodvye them.
Oh god this was a terroingle decision.
I fvorgbogt how much og a lightewiehgt I am. Jesus fucj I feel like I’m gonna pukt.
Well, don’t do it over your computer!
ona phenok. Phneo. Cell
Source: asktheblonde
Oh god this was a terroingle decision.
I fvorgbogt how much og a lightewiehgt I am. Jesus fucj I feel like I’m gonna pukt.
Family Time
Out with my folks, getting smashed with at least a half gallon of alcohol in a fishbowl. First person to guess the venue gets to ask me anything. Granted, I won’t be able to read until I sober up.
Q:-kicks the bathroom door shut so Blondie can't follow him-
-sits at the door, waiting- Icarus, I’ll kick down this door!
Q:-looks utterly horrified, and a bit green- ...Excuse me, I need to go throw up. -bolts to the nearest bathroom-
NO NO NO NO ICARUS NO I’M SORRY IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN. -follows-
Q:-glares- Do not smirk at me. Tell me what else you've done this to.
-continues smirking- The creamer you’re so fond of. You did remark that your coffee was sweeter the first day I did it; so I’ve been doing it ever since. Oh, and those little donuts you’re fond of. And the milk, and anything that you bought that had a glaze. You haven’t picked up on it yet, I thought you knew.
Q:-wipes mouth furiously, turning scarlet- Celestia damn it, Blondie. I can never eat a marshmallow again now. What else have you contaminated?
Do you want me to sugarcoat it? -smirks-
