remember when that upd8 of dave’s selfies hit the internet and everyone scrambled to find out which burger king dave strider took a picture in and in just hours someone found the exact coordinates of that motherfucking burger king and everyone went apeshit about it because fuck that was wild
this is all they had to figure it out btw, that’s it, nothing else
For the typical sylladexer this modus presents a frustrating guessing game and a lot of wasted time on mismatching. But you like it because you seem to have a knack for always guessing right on the first try!
rose lalonde, squatting like a gargoyle on top of the kitchen island, dual wielding spatulas and wearing over twelve thousand dollars worth of custom tailored children’s clothing: Mother, what were the circumstances of my birth? Were you left by a particularly wealthy husband who happened to not know of my existence and would earnestly take full custody if he knew he had a daughter, or am I merely a fry of fornication that you keep around out of spite?
mom lalonde, perched on top of the refrigerator and eating leftover sweet and sour chicken with only a carving knife, maroon lipstick smudged across the blade: ur adopted
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