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
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littlehouseontheprisonfarm said:
Again with the being my favorite real-life-sitcom-couple. Write a screenplay. Get rich.
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