Well, if I had my way, you'd be every month, baby. [...] And thank you. I've tried.
You're right, Blythe would never. He is as pure and innocent as the fresh fallen snow.
You're right, Blythe would never. He is as pure and innocent as the fresh fallen snow.
[...] At least if I lost all my hair, he could probably make me a cool hat.
Thank you though, that means a lot coming from you, since you're like, my hero and shit. I use the stuff you've taught me every day.
Thank you though, that means a lot coming from you, since you're like, my hero and shit. I use the stuff you've taught me every day.
[...] All right, I haven't gotten to try that one out yet, but I did almost kill a rat with a fire axe and I Arlo-carried Blythe away from zombies without fucking my back up and that was just this week.
I missed my true calling! I hope you would have been proud! And nah, it was at Meagher Valley high school, I was helping Nat find stuff for her drug lab.
Unfortunately nah, she's going to try to help us with boring drugs once she gets going.
Bet we could grow our own fun drugs if we wanted, though.
Bet we could grow our own fun drugs if we wanted, though.
Yeah, just a little, I guess.
Hell yeah, medicinal.
Hell yeah, medicinal.
What are they gonna do, arrest us?
You're right, can't risk getting you cut off.
Just don't overdo it, etc (I'm obligated to say this).
Or you're gonna not feel so good?
I'll get you a big barrel of Pedialyte for Christmas.
Delivered: a bottle of magic punch, a bar of soap (lavender, peppermint, or unscented) and a small jar of thick moisturizing hand cream for the dry winter months that smells heavily of honey and birch, tester recipes from Nat with a note listing all ingredients in case of allergies and: Happy Holidays, thanks for being a Guinea Pig xo Nat
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