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   hey, but uh .. oh shit-- that’s a really WEIRD        thing you got there. what is that?

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It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia | Matthias Clamer

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Charlie Kelly + Short tie = Cute little baby

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You gotta be kidding me. I GOT BOXES FULL OF PEPE.

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I FUCKING FOUND IT

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LIKE FOR A STARTER.       ( mutuals & non-mutuals. )

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what would you do if i made an rp blog for the waitress

honestly charlie would throw himself all over her tryin to get her to like him or go out with him tIL Y’KNOW, HE GON’ GET FUCKED CAUSE SHE DOESN’T WANNA DEAL WITH HIS SHIT.

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Batman vs. Superman as Dayman vs. Nightman

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dexdites.

          [ a momentary sign of defense is shown when the other man’s scolding begins, but it’s lowered at the mention of the dead bird. oh, that’s right there. ]

                    that’s cool, i guess. last bar i went to had a rat problem, so this is an improvement.

                                 y’know, i could throw it out if ‘ya wanted –

  rats? oh, you kidding? WHICH bar?    rats are like such.. amazing creatures.   i love ‘em.

     [ he frowns, a hand on his hip as he shakes his head        disappointedly. he looks down at the dead bird, face        scrunching up in thought. ]

 ah, nah, man. just leave it there. so, what’re you here for?

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  “KERMIT THE FROG, PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I NEED    GLUE RIGHT NOW! right now, as in at this very SECOND. i    need to inhale it or else my-- the-- the high i’m feeling right now    will just sink, man!  it’s not slang for anything! it’s like, y’know,    glue-glue that sticks to things to other things! like pizzas to walls?

   i swear to fucking god, dude, i’m going to flip if i don’t GET    MY FUCKING GLUE!”

“I am, I am. Hi-ho there, sir, nice to meet you–but, uh.

Just the glue, huh? Are you some sort of pawn enthusiast? Or are you broke…hungry, or anything like that? You don’t need to solicit craft supplies–unless, well. This had better not be some sort of new slang for something.”

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    uh. yeah, you do! why else would you be dressing up like that?     unless you just dress up like that for fun, which, even for me, is     kinda CRAZY.

      ....

     wait, so are you, like, jesus of the stars?

       ❝ i don’t know what the hell ’COSPLAY’         is, dude. but this isn’t a costume that’s for         sure. i’m the LEGENDARY outlaw, man                                             STAR-LORD. ❞

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    uh.. how about something ... oh! bob dylan! you know bob dylan,     right? who’m i kidding, of course you do. so uh, YEAH. something     bob dylan-esque, dude. 

    sure I can. what, er, would you want     me to play? blues, jazz, rock, country…     the list is long, gimme something to     go with.

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valiantandvaliantpi

    this guy looked official. charlie eyed him the past few minutes     he entered the bar when he was busy mopping up the floors.     the temptation to talk to him trumped his fascination to clean     up the dirt caking the crevices of the floor, so, he approached     the man. 

    he leans close within hushed-tone level. a suspicious glance     cast around the rest of the bar as he whispered, “you look like     a guy that knows what he’s doing. i need your help with a    case, man.”

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   “oh, this isn’t my car,” he kinda stole borrowed it from dee when     she’s been busy in the bar. “you sure nothin’s dead in there, dude?     cause i SWORE i felt something when i was on the road. 

    what’d you think we should do?” 

“I don’t think you’ve got anything dead in there, but saying your car could use help is an understatement.”