#bowtixd

     The blonde was on the couch in the MIDDLE of the day-- she had gotten in TROUBLE... again. But this time it was for a GOOD REASON, someone had started TRASH TALKING about Peabody & his boyfriend. So Helga did the ONLY thing she could do in this kind of SITUATION, knock the NEANDERTHALS teeth down his STUPID throat.

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“Whoa whoa whoa...please back away from there. Remember Miriam you’re better than this.” 

The genius had gone temporarily into his kitchen having enough trust in his daughter’s mother to keep herself from temptation. But perhaps he was highly wrong about her. 

“You obviously still have a major problem. And now you have even  shattered the little trust I gave you. You can’t drink this..”

He said sternly. Like a father taking to a child who got their hand caught in the cookie jar. He snatched the bottle of jack from her hands and placed it onto the table. 

“Please go sit on the couch...” 

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“Oh but Helga how can you say you don’t like something when you even haven’t even tried it yet?”

She was being picky again about what she was eating. It wasn’t at all foreign to him but he’d rather not be run like he was a restaurant. 

“Please do eat it. It’s good I promise.”

“bill wurtz’s history of japan” sentence meme

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“You’re definitely not from around here are you sir? Because usually when that crosswalk light is red it means you don’t cross.”

He had just pulled the young man in front of him out of the harm of a taxi that just blazed by them on the street.

“I suppose its your first time in the Big Apple hm?”