badou ☆ NAILS; tie me up with jackets & fumigate my room it smells like socks & tastes like schnapps
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[the feed is jarred on, and 25% of it is obscured by the tackiest, dingiest faux-fur you have ever seen in your entire life - most refugees might be able to identify it as the fuzzy underside of a certain species of sewage-dwelling alien OR the ever-present shitty tranny coat of (1) Badou Nails]
[since it doesn't try to lay eggs in any toilets, it must be the coat, especially since the rest of the feed shows an incredibly lanky redhead crashing about 3-2's kitchen as if on an enormous ether binge]
[oh there goes the microwave]
Whhaa'fuggin... fffffuuugnmokes...??
[and there go the poor novelty salt+pepper shakers]
[half-bent on the cluttered kitchen counter, he seems to be numbly grabbing for every bottle or can of liquid, but coming up empty each time; by the time everything has been found dry, several bottles of liquor, ten to fiften soda cans, an on-hold poker game, and a stupid fucking lava lamp litter the floor in disarray]
[when he leans over and stares dumbfoundedly at the mess, the feed shows his face sweating profusely, an arm holding a skinny stomach tightly, and a dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth; looks like somebody might have picked up a virus?]
Yah'fuggin... kiddin' meeeeee...
[VISIBLE LIGHTBULB goes off, and he staggers around, swinging an arm back and managing to grab the fridge handle without breaking everything]
[he opens it (VICTORY) to retrieve his prize of something to fucking drink and - ]
[ - falls to his knees instead, throwing up vigourously into the vegetable drawer.]
[hey now, there's no blood coughing disease to be seen!]
[mostly, it looks like soggy Captain Crunch.]
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[the feed is jarred on, and 25% of it is obscured by the tackiest, dingiest faux-fur you have ever seen in your entire life - most refugees might be able to identify it as the fuzzy underside of a certain species of sewage-dwelling alien OR the ever-present shitty tranny coat of (1) Badou Nails]
[since it doesn't try to lay eggs in any toilets, it must be the coat, especially since the rest of the feed shows an incredibly lanky redhead crashing about 3-2's kitchen as if on an enormous ether binge]
[oh there goes the microwave]
Whhaa'fuggin... fffffuuugnmokes...??
[and there go the poor novelty salt+pepper shakers]
[half-bent on the cluttered kitchen counter, he seems to be numbly grabbing for every bottle or can of liquid, but coming up empty each time; by the time everything has been found dry, several bottles of liquor, ten to fiften soda cans, an on-hold poker game, and a stupid fucking lava lamp litter the floor in disarray]
[when he leans over and stares dumbfoundedly at the mess, the feed shows his face sweating profusely, an arm holding a skinny stomach tightly, and a dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth; looks like somebody might have picked up a virus?]
Yah'fuggin... kiddin' meeeeee...
[VISIBLE LIGHTBULB goes off, and he staggers around, swinging an arm back and managing to grab the fridge handle without breaking everything]
[he opens it (VICTORY) to retrieve his prize of something to fucking drink and - ]
[ - falls to his knees instead, throwing up vigourously into the vegetable drawer.]
[hey now, there's no blood coughing disease to be seen!]
[mostly, it looks like soggy Captain Crunch.]
[END video&action post ◄]