it's a nancy drew thing

“Should I send someone to go check on your exes…?” 

    ❝It did, in fact, it also gave me the ever handy super-power of shoving my entire big foot into your ass. Want to me to try it out? Really WOWED the locals on planet zebes.❞ Gruff was her tone, the playful antics perhaps hop-scotched for the time being, as her mood continued to stagnate in the ever prevalent ire she seemed to be drowning in. Arms folded, smashing her head into them as she ignored the pain in her ass, aka the one slurping her beverage obnoxiously. ❝I just mean, like–why is everybody so… STUPID mad?! It’s like I’m on Grey’s Anatomy or something. I blame fake sugar. And you.❞

❝  our safe word is still oklahoma,  right ?  ❞

❝  because oklahoma.  ❞  call her old fashioned but she liked being wooed with dinner and a movie before talks of shoving carol’s glamazon sized anything up anyone’s not - carol - sized hole.  ❝  i don’t know. the baby seals are still dying,  middle class is disappearing,  we’re in for another housing bubble to burst,  cigarettes take fifteen years to disintegrate and poison upwards of one hundred gallons of water,  top soil regeneration tech isn’t where it needs to be so we’re prepping for a second dust bowl.  oh,  and i changed my outfit. the later clearly being everyone’s root cause for anger.  ❞  butterfly effect. set the dominoes where you want ‘em but nothing falls into place until that first block is toppled over.