Okay, that last post is just too skeezy to leave at the top of my journal. Let's just put our blinders back on and go back to things where we can all pretend he's slightly less d-baggy.
Like this one, where he cusses up a storm over his inability to read a cue card, while Mickey sits, stone-faced next to him, like the unimpressed hipster that he is.
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"As long as they exist they can be stolen and misused. Like, Mickey has one and I'm terrified of what he can do with it."
Mickey: Did you know the US has lost at least 11 nuclear weapons?
[pan to WTF Adam face]
Mickey: Did you know Russia has lost 4?
Adam: That is fucked up.
Adam: I'm sorry, I'm totally losing my fucking mind.
Mickey: [smacks Adam's shoulder] Just go, spit it out. You got it.
Adam: takepart/zero, and sign in... fuck, dude! And sign on to the start petition! I'm sorry!
Mickey: That's crazy.
Adam: I know, it's crazy. You have no idea how my brain works.
Mickey: I know. I do know.
Adam: You just do it.
And then Mickey nails it on the first try. That's why they keep him around. Every band needs a guy who can read things.
Adam: Just make us look cool!
Mickey's laugh is lovely. Best laugh in the band, now that Jesse's gone.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth. The DW entry
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