Between laughter, tears, and overlapping explanations to Alice about what destruction she hath wrought upon the evening - What the fuck, Coop? Who fucking talks like that - Robert’s face lifts into an extremely tired, extremely fond smile. “I hate all of you,” Robert says. — Excerpt from "Blame It On the Coma", Chapter 14 by @geckodoodlesinc
idk what he's talking about man he's rocking the fit. robert "tits out" robertson the third am i right fellas


















