what a sweet piece of ass
You have a dinner date for seven. What time do you arrive?
Seven. Am. Case the restaurant. Run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not I gotta kill him. Dispose of the body. Replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.
|—||Vash the Stampede (via refinedwhitetrash)|
I like how pet is also the word for touching your pet
FUCKING DONE JESUS I AM DONE WITH THIS MONSTROSITY I’VE BEEN LOOKING AT IT TOO LONG TO HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT BUT I’LL PUT IT UP BEFORE IT TURNS INTO HATRED
Look at him, he is so happy with himself.
She had curves in all the wrong places - some of them cast a 3-dimensional shadows, still others hummed a low, discordant note as they flitted about like flies. She was nothing like other girls - she was an abomination from the 6th plane of torment
|—||unknown (via runningtorio2016)|
I like the way you think, Coke.