Always Guilty.

Encounter: Toronto Baseball Warlock

clowngirl getting an orchiectomy and the surgeon just keeps removing ball after ball after ball after ball after

clown nurse standing by solemnly adding each successive ball to the ones she's already juggling

got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?

1bedroom/1bath’s being $1800+…… we have to start lighting landlords on fire. i’m so serious

i have a suggestion

I mean, the first step to eating something IS usually setting it on fire. Love how we're all on the same page here.

what doesnt kill you is still valuable data points for a graph im working on titled "how to kill you"

this fic is so good i hope i write it