#i:logan

The large red truck stopped in front of his house (hers too for that matter), and she grinned wickedly when she saw him in the front yard. Perfect. Popping up from her seat, she awkwardly maneuvered herself so she was hanging out of the passengers side window. “Hey there, baby daddy!” She called out. Dirt and soot covered her face from their last call, and her pony was a mess, but she didn’t care. “Family dinner tonight,” she said. “You coming?”

loganwilde: I don’t know whether to call you an idiot because of the sunburn or offer to rub aloe over you.

loganwilde: Your instagram is always an interesting place to go.

@loganwilde: Where do you find these things, are their backseat pig dealers these days?

@loganwilde: I'm going to grab your stuff this afternoon.

@loganwilde: Your night sounds a lot more exciting then mine.

@loganwilde: They spelled Lame wrong.