poisonmeslowly:
I’d tip you over then too. Then your punk ass would have to crawl after me as I hobbled away. A bullet wound would be worth it. I could always wheel you into the pool, and see if Jesus takes the wheel.

My punk ass?.. I’m sorry, the 1980’s just rang, and they want their saying’s back.

And whilst you’re formulating this master plan, I’m going to go do… Things. In a bit, Bono. -salutes him, before turning to wheel himself off-
(Source: zac-reynolds)
poisonmeslowly:
Make sure to thank your management for me.

No way, Speedy. I’m saving all the good wheelie things for Todd. They are somehow funnier. Although, I might steal an idea I had for him, and lock you in a closet too. This would please me.
I still have my gun y’know, and I don’t like you very much anyway. Let’s not give me more of a reason to cap you than I already have, k?

(Source: zac-reynolds)
poisonmeslowly:
Oh, ouch. Right in the center of weakness.

Yep. Later. Keep the faerie dust to a minimum. I hear that shit is dangerous, but I mean you’re already missing vital parts so it couldn’t do much more damage, right?
Your sarcasm has been noted and appreciated.

Are we still going for the penis jokes? If I were you I’d start mixing shit up a bit, come up with some witty pun about the wheelchair. If you don’t, people’ll thing you’re losing your touch.
(Source: zac-reynolds)
poisonmeslowly:
Oh, Ken doll rent-a-cop. Utter disappointment. -shakes his head-

Alcoholic hipster guy, I have no fucks to give.

Bye bye now.
(Source: zac-reynolds)