Alex: No stop I’m not done. Take you all out to my house--
Alex: Stop I’m not done. We can watch a movie, something like Good Luck Chuck or My Best Friend's Girl, something starring Dane Cook. Maybe a Matthew McConaughey movie if you’re lucky, nevertheless a romantic comedy. ‘Cause nothing gets a bitch in the mood like a romantic comedy. Then you know, perhaps I’d put my arm around you, we could kiss for the first time, we would both see fireworks even though our eyes were closed. Then I would open my eyes and realize that you were probably a guy. I would be okay with it ‘cause it’s a grave that I dug myself and now I have to lay in it. I would refuse you a handjob because it was only a first date, and I would ask you to kindly leave, but nevertheless I would hit up on IM the next day, I would say, “What are you doing, Roger?” -- Roger will be the figurative name that we use. You would say, “Nothing." I would say, "do you want to hang out?" You would say ,“YES!” I would say ,“Okay, TTYL." And we’d continue the cycle. That’s what this song is all about, minus Roger. This song is called Remembering Sunday.
A compilation of my favourite ‘little stories’ from tumblr.
- Part 1 || Part 2
The first time Dean died, Sam put an iPod Dock in the impala. He knew his brother wouldn’t approve. But he did it anyways because he remembered Dean saying if Sam screwed with the impala, he’d come back to haunt him.
Who gave you the fucking right