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In which Braden makes coffee.

B: Where's the hell is the French press?!?!
Me: Did you try looking next to the bed? On my side?
B: Grrrrrr! Next to all those water glasses?
Me: ... Yeah?
B: One day, maybe five, maybe ten years from now, people won't hear from us for a week. And they'll come to the house and find us in bed, slain, with the entire contents of our kitchen stuffed underneath your side of the bed.
Me: We're going to kill each other?
B: No ...
Me: You're going to kill me?
B: And I'll go with you.
chat posted 4 months ago with 5 notes
  1. littlehouseontheprisonfarm said: Again with the being my favorite real-life-sitcom-couple. Write a screenplay. Get rich.
  2. tobeginwhereiam posted this