No, no … don’t worry about me, I can wait. You go ahead and eat, fatty.
Tell me again about the time you were arrested for selling PCP to a baby? Please, dad?!?
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE MAKING ME WEAR THIS THING, ASSDAD.
PLEASE USE THE DELICATES CYCLE.
Mmm. Rat pizza.
SNOW PORN: 18” and it’s still coming.
I’ll be good. I promise. Right after I finish pooping my Christmas dress.
Don’t call ME a dirty hippie, dad … THEY’RE YOUR DRUMS, SACKFACE.
MOM! DAD’S BREATH SMELLS LIKE BALLS! I THINK HE’S GAY AGAIN!
reblogged from tj
Aimee's FormSpring, batch #20
Someone asked Aimee
WHY DON’T YOU AND TJ JUST GET A ROOM ALREADY!!!
It’s just so adorable when you realize that some people still have no idea what I look like. But thanks, I’m flattered.
Self-effacing? You are a gorgeous man, TJ. Deal with your burden.
