

KARKAT
@cheliformGyves
SHIT-TALKING EXTRAORDINAIRE. HELPSMAN. MOVIE BUFF. WRITER. NEED A CULLMOMMY? GET IN LINE. BEFORUS HE/HIM 400k HICAPOINTS, FUCK YOU.
I’VE TAKEN TO STUDYING SUBJECTS OF WHICH I’M UNFAMILIAR IN AN ATTEMPT TO NO LONGER EAT MY WORDS WHEN I SAY I’M SMARTER THAN ALL OF YOU SOPPING WET SHITBAGS WITH A HOWLING WIND PASSING BETWEEN YOUR AURALDUCTS WHERE YOUR SPONGES SHOULD BE. FIRST UP: BEFORAN MEDICULL PRACTICE. DOES THIS COUNT AS #MEDICULLCHITTR? AM I GOING TO BE A HOT NURSE WITH HORRIBLE BEDSIDE MANNER?
IM FEELING LIKE CAUSING SOME TROUBLE TONIGHT, BUT I’LL BE ON MY BEST BEHAVIOR. MAYBE.
FUCK. YES. HAPPY FUCKING FRIDAY. I AM ABOUT TO GET SO DRUNK OFF MY FACE AND SHAKE MAJOR ASS. #LETSGO
WHAT’S A POOR GUY GOT TO DO TO GET A MECHANIC AROUND HERE? I’M FUCKING STRANDED.
I LOOK BETTER THAN BOTH OF THOSE IDIOTS. BY A LONG SHOT. I’M JUST GRIMACING BECAUSE THE BEFORISH ONE SMELLS LIKE LYNX BODY SPRAY.
MY USUAL MAKEUP ISN’T COVERING UP MY EYE BAGS LIKE IT USED TO. EITHER I’M STRUNG OUT, OR THE FORMULA’S CHANGED. I’M GOING TO CONVINCE MYSELF IT’S THE LATTER.
OK, NO, I’M TOTALLY NOT DEEPLY HURT BY THAT, IT’S FINE. I JUST WANNA GO ON VACATION. TO A LOVELY REMOTE ISLAND. I WANT TO WADE INTO THE WARM SURF. AND THEN PULL OUT A HARPOON AND SHOOT MYSELF IN THE FACE WITH IT.
YOUR HIGHNESS. DAMN, I COULD GET USED TO THAT.
YOU GUYS ARE NOT FUCKING READY FOR WHAT HAYAAH AND I ARE COOKING UP. MY GOD.
DO YOU GUYS THINK THOSE GERRY GRUBS THINGS ARE ACTUALLY GOOD. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY GO CRAZY.
IN MY SPARE TIME TODAY, I GOT TO VISIT @ZOOLOGERCOOLSCAR FOR SOME REVISIONS ON THEIR RESEARCH. CALL ME LEARNED, CALL ME CHARISMATIC, CALL ME THE LABSLUT. ALL APPLY.
CALLED TROTSWORX, ENDED UP WITH THIS GUY. BREAKING A STALLION IS SO REWARDING.
WHAT A FINE, FINE #TIETHEMUPTUESDAY. NOT A #TIEMEUPTUESDAY, BECAUSE I’M NOT THE ONE WITH THEIR FRONDS TIED BEHIND THEIR BACK. POOR BABY. EVERYONE SEND @CABALLINESTHECA THEIR PITY. HE’S GONNA NEED IT.
RIGHT STRAIGHT HOURS OF PAPERWORK. MY PAN FEELS LIKE I’VE PUT AN IMMERSION BLENDER INSIDE IT.
I’VE BEEN SO BUSY THAT I HAVEN’T EVEN HAD TIME TO SIT ON MY PALMHUSK AND CAUSE PROBLEMS. DON’T WORRY. I’M BACK.
I’VE JUST REALIZED I HAVE NO ONE TO SAY IT TO, ANYWAY.
I’M STARTING TO THINK THAT… NO. NO I’M NOT GONNA FUCKING SAY IT, OR I’LL FREAK THE FUCK OUT.
THEY’RE WORKING ME TO THE BRITTLE CALCIUM COLUMN, HERE. I THINK I’VE DONE ABOUT FIVE MILES IN THESE HEELS JUST GOING BACK AND FORTH RUNNING SCRIPTS.
UPDATE: BIG BOY JOB DAY ONE IS FINISHED. THE WORK ITSELF I CAN’T POST ABOUT. I SIGNED AN NDA, WHICH IS OBJECTIVELY A HILARIOUS THING FOR A EX-FELON TO BE TRUSTED WITH, BUT I DIGRESS. SPILT COFFEE ON MYSELF AND BURNT THE EVER LOVING FUCK OUT OF MY PRONGSTUBS, BUT I LOOKED DAMN GOOD DOING IT. A TAILOR CAN GO A LONG WAY ASSISTING A TRAMP IN LOOKING EXEMPLARY. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/A6151A57DB27.JPEG
FIRST DAY AT A BIG BOY JOB POST STABGATE. LET’S HOPE I DON’T ROYALLY FUCK IT UP.



















