CARISSA I LOVE WYNNE AND I DONT WANT HER TO DIE SHES LIKE A GRANDMA THAT REFUSES TO KNIT SOCKS AND BLANKETS
DAMN IT BUB I’M TRYING TO TALK ABOUT THE EMMYS.
(shh wynne’ll be fine forever)
yes. yes she is.
Is there any other way to read that? I mean really.
please don’t, I need it.
BLAIRE GET OUT OF HERE.
MEDIC, this one is not breathing!
HOLDING, mutual hold please, shock blankets, holy water, THIMBLES, SOMEONE HELP US
911 I HAVE AN EMERGENCY I’D LIKE TO REPORT.
That episode nearly killed me
I’M JUST GONNA LIE HERE AND SCREAM.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT TIL MARCH?
YELLS LOUDLY I THINK IVE SEEN THAT BOOK AT MY LIBRARY OH WHY MUST I HAVE 20+ DOLLAR FINES
THERE’S SO MUCH INFORMATION.
SO MUCH STUFF.
MY DOG DOESN’T PEE ON THE FLOOR TO SPITE ME CARISSA. SHE IS FULLY POTTY TRAINED
WELL. YOU SEEM TO HAVE A DILEMMA THEN.
im going to pee myself
quick! puppy pads!
..and i watched amazed as the light bursted off of Carissa’s brunt bread brown windows to her soul. The sheer warmth and welcome was enough to convince me she had once…trapped a fly within her chops.
The Lion King lied to me. that shit didn’t taste like chicken.
it tasted like victory.