“I’m barely keeping it together. I think I’m dying.” He’s not the sort to take pleasure at another’s expense— but Michael is a Consenting Adult who knows the difference between right and wrong. So it’s a little fair.“What are you— SEVENTY PERCENT carbohydrates by now? EIGHTY? Poor baby.”

Any buzz Michael had going has been soaked up by the sheer amount of bread in his system. Following in his father’s footsteps, it looks like: the Muffin Man and his carbo-loaded son. He’d lay his head down on the table if this weren’t his own doing.

''''kiss'''' does this look like the fuckin ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅSafe For Work Catฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ max no pricksmith it's dick or die here pack it up pack it let me begin i came to sin battle me thats a win

ghoshunt replied to your post: “so you’re all down to kiss jesse i assume”

Down? I’m in the basement to kiss jesse, the basement in the core of the earth of course I’m fuckin down

‘  this... is yours.