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Mitchell:
I am THE gaylord.
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Logan:
SOMEBODY FILL MY FIELD WITH SEED
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Us:
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Logan:
SOMEBODY PLOW ME
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Mitchell:
You owe me a lot of sex, cat.
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me:
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Mitchell:
We all need somebody, to leannnn on.
Mitchell (Leonsbuddydave), aka the king of not giving a fuck, in the hoodie and cargo shorts accepting an award.
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Mitchell:
Stark tower is going to be made out of wood...
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Logan:
On an Indian burial ground
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Mitchell:
"Ah, mi cojones" Elliot whimpered.
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Logan:
He's a terrible person, he's fucking Vietnamese.
New zippo. I love fire.
I put this on the back of my assignment. I hope he sees it.
I got a drawing tablet
I’ve drawn dicks, a whale, and well, this.
goodnight.
fuck.
When I’m lonely, I feel cold. Right now, I’m outside by the smoldering ashes of a fire, just looking at the stars. The only company is the quiet hum of the glowing wood. I’ve never felt this warm when I’m alone.
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Mitchell:
I will enter you.
- Me:
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Logan:
You know what would be cool? If Shaq had service where you could hire him to rape people.
- Us:
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Mitchell:
I will take that mouse pad, roll it up like bologna, and shove it up your ass. And you know who wins then? Nobody wins, but I do.
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Me:
oh my god
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Mitchell:
Because I get to shove bologna up your ass.
