(on a related note… queenbitch at work wont allow me to have a lit votive candle on my desk anymore “for safety reasons.” like, what the fuck is a 7-inch votive candle gonna do, fall off the table and explode? the only time it will fall off the table is if we have a northridge magnitude earthquake, which if it we do, my candle toppling over and falling off the fucking table is going to be the least of your fucking problems, bitch. so yeah, i had to buy a flameless candle today on account of bullshit. the *@^#!&*^ bitch. i hope she falls into a dark trench and breaks her leg and have a mortal need for a candle. wow so i feel better.)
Someone somewhere jokingly called him The Soulless Killing Machine Known as Carl. But they are stupid and don’t understand it’s not my bb’s fault his gun is stuck on setting = headshot.
(Source: cheetor)








