stuff. *weak hand gestures*
I'm an enormous waste of space these days, but there are two new mixes up over at muse_to_match. A soundtrack and then something else entirely.
Oh my god, seriously, I don't know what's going on in my brain lately. I would like to feast on pizza and snickers bars please and thank you.
“I’m gonna marry Bob and have all his babies,” Joe says, slumping down further into the sofa.
Frank giggles.
“Fabulous,” Bill says from beside him. And then, “Who’s Bob?”
“My future husband,” Joe says, and then Bill uncrosses his legs and Butcher groans and leans out of his armchair to slap at his knees and say, “Fuck’s sake, Bills,” because everyone knows Bill never wears any underwear with his fucking skirts, since he says his boxers bunch and briefs are just unmanly, never mind the fact that wearing a skirt makes him sort of a girl anyway.
Bill calls them kilts, but they’re really just pleated uniform skirts that Butcher’s sister tossed after graduation.
Oh my god, seriously, I don't know what's going on in my brain lately. I would like to feast on pizza and snickers bars please and thank you.
“I’m gonna marry Bob and have all his babies,” Joe says, slumping down further into the sofa.
Frank giggles.
“Fabulous,” Bill says from beside him. And then, “Who’s Bob?”
“My future husband,” Joe says, and then Bill uncrosses his legs and Butcher groans and leans out of his armchair to slap at his knees and say, “Fuck’s sake, Bills,” because everyone knows Bill never wears any underwear with his fucking skirts, since he says his boxers bunch and briefs are just unmanly, never mind the fact that wearing a skirt makes him sort of a girl anyway.
Bill calls them kilts, but they’re really just pleated uniform skirts that Butcher’s sister tossed after graduation.