losing my mind over this review i found. did they have to randomize it or something??? i cannot fathom what this man was trying to convey. i read this to my partner and they immediately said “CHARLIE?!?!???”
What I want to know is WHY?
Why'd you say it, Jensen? You didn't have to. You were talking about cooking for fuck's sake! COOKING!! You said you like spicy food-- and that your wife often makes you spicy food.
How great.
How wholesome.
Sure, you kinked it up a bit. You went on to say that she knows how to "spice things up in the kitchen."
Ha Ha
*wink wink * nudge nudge*
And Misha of course responded in his very Misha-like-way with -- "Oh yeah she does!"
So you go "Ayye!" in your trademarked Dean-ish, mock-grumpy tone.
And that was fine.
That was all good, Jensen. You could've left it there, son! You could've gone back to the fucking innocuous topic of cooking.
Go on and share Danneel's recipe. Maybe your favorite spice while you're at it. Or even just go back to saying Italian words in your very Mario & Luigi type accent ... any of that would've worked, my guy.
The world is filled with non-implicating topics!
But NOOOOO .... instead you take a fucking eon-long pause, rub your thigh in the universally known nervous-jackles way, and then you say:
and then
AAANNDDD THEN
YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT COOKING, SIR!!!
COOKING!
going to my friends environmental storytelling themed birthday party and theres overturned chairs and blood everywhere and everyone is gone
say what you will about the reserve bank of india these are some cracking coins
going to work to help clean so we don’t get totally fucked and our boss brought fucking trulys for us to hype while we clean. he is maybe 6 months older than me? life is weird. who knew i’d be drunk cleaning at the job i’ve reluctantly had for 3 years
everyone go home i think i won gender
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still floored at how in his famous essay on brothers karamazov, freud decides to diagnose dostoevsky with bisexuality out of nowhere and follows it with "teehee, sorry"