Irish & Blonde

ry-kidd:

Then what the hell are jeans?

ry-kidd:

Ah, but we can’t easily do that with snapbacks? Damn, I feel a little bad for them honestly. Well, it kinda is since some humans can’t just wear pants for the sake of keepin’ themselves warm.

ry-kidd:

An amazin’ prospect and also a very odd thought and image to have, I appreciate it. Maybe that is it. 

ry-kidd:

But can’t they just show their fuckboy-ness through other means? Christ, it’s not that hard is it?

ry-kidd:

And I like Ireland. But I’m not wearing an Irish flag around my neck all the time. There’s a time and place for that.

ry-kidd:

What liars, what the hell. Especially here, where it snows a shit ton.

ry-kidd:

I’m tryin’ to help you!

ry-kidd:

We need to beat some sense into them Casper. I can’t take it. 

ry-kidd:

You can’t just be picky when you need to get better. Just pour it and drink.

ry-kidd:

It’s winter Margo. You wear what you should in the winter. And that does not include shorts when you live here.

ry-kidd:

Do they just not wear jeans either? Or sweatpants? I’ve seen so many on campus that just strictly wear shorts. 

ry-kidd:

So what’s the difference then?

ry-kidd:

Alcohol tastes like shit already, you know that.

ry-kidd:

Mate, I’m actually tryin’ to help you. You know what, compromise and put alcohol in the tea.

Fucking hell, why won’t this cold go away?

Drink tea! Loads of it! It helps a shit ton.