▲wonder how long itll stunlock rose when i get home from the gym and throw my used shirt at her▼
▼im talking about my rose▲
I am also talking about your Rose. Albeit in a somewhat abstract sort of vicarious self-own of all Roses. In invoking the Sherlock Holmes film from 2009, levity was intended by somewhat cheekily likening the impact of ears ringing, jaw fracturing, three ribs cracking, four broken, and a diaphragm hemorrhaging to the used gym shirt's considerable collision. Nothing I say is intended as a self-referential unless termed as such. Forgive me if this was contrary to your initial impression.
Would the phrase "discombobulate" help elucidate things any?
▼eugh, first Belvedere now this one...▲
Truly every Rose has its thorns. Unfortunately. They prick cumulatively.
yo did you say prick what up
▼so this one learned to talk as a wriggler, never learned the second part, how to fucking stop▲
I cannot think of anyone more ill-suited to weigh in on this discussion than the prick that you are suggesting be implemented and/or consulted. My office hours are three to seven PM and I am most firm against unwanted intrusion or walk-in consultations. Please book an appointment for any future unsolicited furnishings of opinions. Dave.
if i book an appointment it wouldnt exactly be unsolicited anymore now would it
haha me too holy shit