- Arvo: Fuck you.
- Kenny: What the fuck did you just fucking say to me, you little shitbird? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the National Fisherman Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on urban terrorist groups, and I have over 300 fixed-up boats. I am trained in sea warfare and I’m the top truck driver in the entire state of Florida. You are nothing to me but just another commie piece of shit. I will wipe you the fuck out with boat artillery the likes of which has never been seen before in all of America, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me, you little Carver-worshipper? Think again, shitbird. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Clementines across Georgia and your location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the boats, shitbird. The boats that wipe out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, Arvo. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my urban friend Lee's powers. Not only am I extensively trained in urban combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Wellington, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of America, you little shitbird. If only you could have known what unholy boat hell your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn commie. I will beat the hell out of you and break your glasses. You’re fucking dead, Arvo.
everything’s so funny when u use the wrong measurement:
- 5 gallons of homework
- mouthful of lint
- 20 degrees of facial oil
- 7 pints of china
- handful of fergi
- 60 mph of dad
im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story
all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying
Hm, Tumblr doesn’t seem to be showing any notifications when I get messages, so sorry if this is a bit of a late reply.
My sincerest apologies, I’ve been trying to tag everything Ferguson-related, but I suppose a couple of things must have slipped through. I’ll keep a closer eye on that in the future. Thanks for letting me know!