…I also smell dog piss.
DAKEN.
What the fuck are you talking about, dog piss?
All I’m saying is I smell it.
Well, it’s not me.
Tell her she’s a beautiful flower.
Hell, tell her you love her, she’ll shut up for a few months.
iambrilliantandbeautiful replied to your post: Hey, daddy.
Theres an amp in your room and some bass shit for Beth.
Why can’t you give it to her?
Why does she need another amplifier?
Because she got you something, and because it got blown up.
Then Momma would stab you.
Then I’d break his neck too.
He’d come baaaaaaaack.
And I’d do it all over again.
Kinky.
Don’t you fuckin start.
When did I ever stop?
Happy Christmas, Lizzie.
Then Momma would stab you.
Then I’d break his neck too.
He’d come baaaaaaaack.
And I’d do it all over again.
Kinky.
iambrilliantandbeautiful replied to your post: The kitchens on fire.
wat.
I DON’T KNOW MAN, I JUST WANTED SOME POP TARTS.
EVEN BETH CAN MAKE POP TARTS WITHOUT SETTING FIRE TO THE PLACE.
“Vaguely sanctioned stabbing, the ability to piss Normie off, getting to watch your face when Karla decides to throw you a bone?” He shrugged. “Beth gets to see more people. Plus, Ares’ kid is ear her age, he’s probably the only kid who might get her, y’know? And it’s not like I’m moving her back. She’s got the hots for Hand. Seriously.” He rolled his eyes and shifted a little, resting his hand on Lester’s shoulder.
“I don’t understand how anyone could have the hots for Norman’s Hand though,” Lester said. He picked up the TV remote and started changing the channels, in search of something to watch. “Hey, d’ya think she was a dyke to begin with or is he just so bad he turned her?”
“I don’t know, she has cute bangs.” He said, shrugging again. He watched Lester rather than the TV. He already knew nothing he’d like would be on, having already checked before going out on the balcony. “What, like I turned you, darling~?” He asked, mocking him. “Think she was before. Heard she got dumped right before she took the job with him.”
“The only thing you turned me into is an even bigger dickhead for having put up with you for so long,” Lester grumbled. “Why are you still here anyway? Don’t you have a daddy to go murder by now?”
He rolled his eyes and pushed out a strong wave of sexual pheromones. “That gets boring after a while.” He said with a shrug, and turned more to face him. “Although, I thought about how~ If I can be bothered again. But right now? I have a better idea.” He said, pressing against Lester.
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How do you know that, Lester?
He keeps his ear pressed to the wall, in hopes that he can learn from the best.
Because what he hears is not premature ejactulation,
but one of many satisfactions.
Heh. Hey, you’ll watch out for Beth, right? Me and Lester are still at the apartment until Normie gets a bigger place.
Of course. I greatly enjoy having Beth around. And, if Norman objects, she may come to my apartment in the Bronx at any time.
Thanks, man.
Oh, if she asks for vegimite, just get her some.
