|Caminante Nocturno |
Everything Kevin picks up, he holds like a gun.
Every single thing.
Ann! Wait! You gently put something on the ground!
story of my life
|Rape Van Winkle |
Eat this celery, bitch! NOW!
Ann has once again dropped her scallions. Will Kevin ever get the hint?
|Rodents of Unusual Size |
It's as tasteless as you, Kevin. Take the hint.
God, Kevin is such a smug asshole. And he thinks he's sooo cool by being a prick to Ann, the scatter brained killer whose chip on her shoulder is that she kills. Kevin's just a dick because he is the son of an Aryan shaman with millions of German bucks. This is clear because he holds that celery like a divining rod.
"My finger points."
"Bulls-eye," Kevin thinks, as he brandishes the celery. "She wants to be caught," he's sure. "She's as good as mine."
Hey, dicks get girls, man.
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