stilgar

He's right you know.

4. No fuggs, we don't want to hear about your day.com

I got some pizza for you baby.

JIngo loves garbage. But that was already known.

You fucking live in NJ and you are going to eat the lukewarm garbage that is pizza hut? No wonder you are such a loser.

But no, you just had to let it happen. I hope you are happy.

I'm just making a simple vanilla buttercream.

Don't forget to zoom.

Didn't you kill that cat with neglect?

You are confusing me with phillies, fuggs.

Why would I ruin perfectly good rum?

And no one likes fuggs.

He's still a thing?

We know you don't understand human interactions fuggs.

Never stop.

So, it was my birthday and I am not doing anything for it till Sunday. The exciting part is I finally get to make homemade icing after I have no idea how many years. For far to long have I had to have the premade bullshit on my cakes and cupcakes. And I know that isn't the most difficult thing to make but shut up.

Did you stop because you felt it wasn't needed anymore or was it just because of that therapist?

So, that's what you think is happening in your oxygen starved brain.

Are you still going to some kind of therapy or have you stopped altogether?

That's a shame.

It's too bad that's the sarlacc pit and not a sandworm.

Perfect.

My parents tried when I was a kid. It didn't work out to well.

I mean, you could add some more time onto that if you wanted too.