we were on a walk and he just scooped a crushed coffee cup off the ground and dropped it in the bin in one motion. he didn’t stop the conversation either. i was DONE FOR after that.
This motherfucker made my poor idiot prince scream at the top of his lungs the other day and when I tried to soothe Dorito and be nice to it (naming it Raimi for now because it lurks around like the Evil Dead camera in the woods), he fucking SWUNG at us. I had to shift into "get the fuck off my property and never talk to my son again" dad mode right quick. And today at approx. 5:37 in the morning after a hell week, the little shithead made his second appearance. I just want to sleep.
started copying my friends’ drink orders for a round to get me out of my routine bevvies! it’s fun and cute and then you match and try something you wouldn’t normally
