ME TOO. i would claim boondock saints so fucking fast, though it would quickly degenerate into being distracted by edmund shooting things and waxing poetic about boston. BOSTOOOOOON.
the feel of cold gunmetal as they recite the lord's prayer, and then the kickback and the feel of warm gunmetal.
edmund says, "um. i've forgotten the pennies."
"what do you mean you've forgotten the pennies?" peter demands. "how can you not have any pennies on you?"
"pennies are fucking useless!"
"no not anymore we need pennies now!"
"alright so do YOU have any pennies?"
peter quickly checks his wallet. "um."
they both look at the consiglieri they've just dispatched. "maybe," says edmund. "he's got some."
no subject
the feel of cold gunmetal as they recite the lord's prayer, and then the kickback and the feel of warm gunmetal.
edmund says, "um. i've forgotten the pennies."
"what do you mean you've forgotten the pennies?" peter demands. "how can you not have any pennies on you?"
"pennies are fucking useless!"
"no not anymore we need pennies now!"
"alright so do YOU have any pennies?"
peter quickly checks his wallet. "um."
they both look at the consiglieri they've just dispatched. "maybe," says edmund. "he's got some."
he does.
BOONDOCK SAINTS BED ARE YOU FEELIN ME