what can I say

Tonight was the last straw. He calls me up trashed as hell at the bar screaming at the top of his lungs calling me and my real father trash. saying shit like I need to move out because he can’t stand living with me anymore. I’ve never done a god damn thing to this man, but show him respect and kindness. all he ever does is bottle up his little issues under his sky high ego and then waste his sorrows away at the bar then come home and treat my mom and I like absolute shit. maybe my mom will finally decided to leave him and he’ll realize what a great life he has. stupid fucker, i hope you realize how awful you were tonight. sorry won’t cut it anymore.

python57:

hi, table for two?

alright sir if you and your laptop want to follow me

fatwink:

we’re not true friends until I’ve sent you a pic of my double chin

thisgingerisonfire:

It’s only a matter of time. 

But they need to do it RIGHT. 

There should be lots of dancing and provocative movements and sex and moaning. 

But forreal. They need to get on it.