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maggots;
That is disgusting.
[ mickey's stopped dead at the end of one sidewalk, about to cross to the next, but there's a mound of disgusting, writhing huge maggots there on that other sidewalk. hell no. hell fucking no.
another person is across the intersection, looking to go the same way, and mickey's eyes slide to them, expression something between exasperated frustration and are you fucking seeing this right now right here in front of me? how is this even happening in this whack job, 'alice in wonderland but make it hell', town? ]
Where's a goddamn AK when you need one. [ he mutters, before grinning wide and letting out a cheerful: ] Oh wait.
[ about that AK. he has it. not. with him. strapped to his back, and mickey drags the machine gun up from where it hangs behind him, strap over his chest, clicking the safety free and chambering the first round. it's not 30-50 wild hogs, but he's considering this reason enough. to the other pedestrian looking to avoid this roadblock: ]
Unless you got a poncho, you might wanna step back, they look like splatterers and you're in prime splash zone there.
network, text (un: southside);
hey mainetwitter or deerbook or whatever this shit is im looking for my wife shes tall, red headed, green eyes, packs a mean left hook and responds to 'ian' probably somewhere asking to talk to the manager
look just if you see some lucky charms looking twink losing his shit on a street corner let me know i might be able to handle it depending on how many batshit gingers you got running around here
Mickey Milkovich | Shameless | ota
maggots;
That is disgusting.
[ mickey's stopped dead at the end of one sidewalk, about to cross to the next, but there's a mound of disgusting, writhing huge maggots there on that other sidewalk. hell no. hell fucking no.
another person is across the intersection, looking to go the same way, and mickey's eyes slide to them, expression something between exasperated frustration and are you fucking seeing this right now right here in front of me? how is this even happening in this whack job, 'alice in wonderland but make it hell', town? ]
Where's a goddamn AK when you need one. [ he mutters, before grinning wide and letting out a cheerful: ] Oh wait.
[ about that AK. he has it. not. with him. strapped to his back, and mickey drags the machine gun up from where it hangs behind him, strap over his chest, clicking the safety free and chambering the first round. it's not 30-50 wild hogs, but he's considering this reason enough. to the other pedestrian looking to avoid this roadblock: ]
Unless you got a poncho, you might wanna step back, they look like splatterers and you're in prime splash zone there.
network, text (un: southside);
hey mainetwitter or deerbook or whatever this shit is
im looking for my wife
shes tall, red headed, green eyes, packs a mean left hook and responds to 'ian'
probably somewhere asking to talk to the manager
look just
if you see some lucky charms looking twink losing his shit on a street corner
let me know
i might be able to handle it
depending on how many batshit gingers you got running around here