larry and nicky are nothing but mental hospital caretakers who also need help
Itās probably just me but whenever I get a letter in the mail that is addressed to me I get way to excited
you know I couldnāt be a cowboy because Iād be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and weād be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and heād play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then heād finish and weād both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and Iād realize that maybe it wasnāt the touch of a woman iād been hankerin for
Please enjoy this thing I madeš
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Ngl I think Iāve said āhold up fellas let me get my frank sinatra onā to my friends(obviously do you really think Iād say that to anyone else)
-*talking to a cow* WELL YER JUSā AS DUMB AS A GRASSHOPPER
-It aināt a crime if ya donāt get caught. Hereās the keys
-That dumb olā Ichabod
-Well lightinā struck the fence anā seventeen cows were dead. Mighty unfortunate. Smelled like a good barbacue though
-*A fly goes into the bug zapper and dies* (laughs maniacally)There goes another!
- HAPPY?! We aināt naming our dog Happy!
-Gosh why dāya make me clean up the food? *begins to eat the rest of the cake*
-Hold up fellas lemme get my Frank Sinatra on
-Cats?! I donā like cats! *timeskip to five seconds later. Heās holding the cat* aināt ya jusā the sweetest?
don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude
Someone: (normal tone of voice) Hey do you like Night at the Museum?
Me: (at full volume) YOU KNOW I'M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR JEDTAVIUS
tuo sllup dneirfyob flowerew ym nehW
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