What if Leonardo DiCaprio just runs onto the field and steals the super bowl trophy.
Andrew Scott reading an excerpt from Trainspotting
Listenin tae um fir ten minutes, ye kin pure read between the lines. He’s in a pure bevvying mood, so ah tap some cash off ay um. We tan four pints ay heavy then get on the train. Ah dae four cans of Export and two lines ay speed during the journey to Glasgow. We down a couple in Sammy Dow’s, then get a taxi to Lynch’s. After another two pints, might’ve been three; and another line of speed each in the bog, we sing a medley of Iggy songs and go ower tae the Saracen Head in the Gallowgate, opposite the Barrowland. We drink some cider and wine chasers, dabbing frantically at salty speed in silver foil. All ah can see is a blurred neon sign when ah leave the pub.
I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS AT ALL
HOLY FUCK
WHAT THE
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I EVER EXPECTED AGAIN
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“I would give him anything, I would do anything… I’d be anything to make him happy.”
OH GOD WHAT DID I JUST WRITE.
If there was one thing Tumblr hated, it was Missing-E.
It had all started a few years ago, when Chrome had started getting popular in class and Explorer had become outcast. Tumblr had been in a relationship with Firefox at the time, not caring where his browsers were located, as long as people kept ‘blogging’ with him.
That hadn’t changed, except that he found out everything was faster, more heated with Chrome. They had been happy for a while.
Until Missing-E joined.
