"youd do numbers on tumblr" girl i am on tumblr and the numbers? 4

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs

My parasite says i cant do that anymore sorry

My parasite says i have to go

yes I DO live under a rock and her name is the Moon and she is always smiling but she teaches me nothing