For the sake of keeping down Anti-Joyce’s sexual assault count for the night, let’s assume Mike’s “no” was just him being a dick, as per usual.
His eyes are up there, Sal.
Jesus Christ, Sal, the door was probably unlocked!
I am not entirely sure “what the fuck (paraphrased)” really counts as enthusiastic, informed consent.
Man, Joyce is doing those two a favor, really. If you meet a gentleman hailing from England Don’t be so impressed; hold on to your heart Just because a guy has a British accent Does not mean he’s witty or […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sal should really get a restraining order.
Ha ha ha ha, I love that the upper half of the building is still ripped open from the Monkey Master attack. Hope it hasn’t rained! and jesus somebody pick up that potted plant, it’s not that hard Have I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
THIS IS IT THE LAST SUNDAY I HAD TO RECOLOR *hard drive and various back-ups suddenly fail*
So anyway, I guess Sal rescued Big Boss against his will! Phew. That wasn’t meant to sound sarcastic. Stop trying to sacrifice yourselves needlessly, everybody.
STUPID SAL, DON’T EVEN HAVE THE NERVE TO KILL YOURSELF, YOU’RE ALL TALK I mean, that’s kind of what it read like to me at first. I think, upon re-reading the sequence, that she wants to compromise the mission by […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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