I'll eat your fucking heart out.

[ msg - bash ]: Too far sweetie. [ msg - bash ]: …not without Maman. I mean…delete this when you sober up.

( sms → maman ): gimme hour and i can be sober nough for a plane ( sms → maman ): SHOT A MAN IN CHI TOWN JUST TO WATCH HIM DIIIIE

[ msg - bash ]: Well. You know he knows we’re good for whatever, not that we’ve had to us it a lot with you. Aside from the time with Frankie’s dad. 

( sms → maman ): how far am i from chicago  ( sms → maman ): can i go shoot a man THER for fun

( msg - bash ): Well I’m just going to have a talk to her about that when she sobers up. Probably in the morning. (msg - bash): Just don’t make us bail you out. The normal guy is out of town until Monday.

( sms → maman ): not my fault ( sms → maman ): normal? hahahahahahaa

( msg - bash ): You tell your sister “Mom wants you to stand up for herself.” ( msg - bash ): She should not be used it it. She’s a damn lady. (msg - bash ): and to stop hanging with people to make her used to it.

( sms → maman ): she said smthin about not havin to pay for hr own drinks ( sms → maman ): she gets their money nd they get nothin ( sms → maman ): work model stuf

( msg - Bash): This is why we told her dates to beware you and not your dad. ( msg - Bash ): What are they saying and is Mercy drunk or not?

( sms  → maman ): im talking dead. ( sms  → maman ): gross shit ( sms → maman ): she keeps syin shes used to it ( sms → maman ): tht just pisses me off more ( sms → maman ): bit tipsy