#jeremy Toulouse pascal
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rootworks · 1 year ago
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some cutesy tftgs stuff i had to get out of my system
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shitjerrysays · 4 months ago
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sometimes, i wake up in the morning and choose violence. some mornings, i wake up and violence chooses me.
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ducktbm · 5 years ago
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Remember When?
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Jeremy "Jerry" Toulouse Pascal from Tales from the gas station celebrates fish night
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talesofjerrynjack · 6 years ago
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Jerry's lost / pt. 1
He was 13 when he first took a drag of a cigarette, and he was 15 when his friend took his box away from him and told him those things will kill him one day.
Jerry grabbed the box back and said that's the point with a teasing smile. When his friend turns away, something like longing sparkles in Jerry's eyes.
He's 16 and he's shotgunning a smoke with some dude he met a couple of hours ago, and they're both drunk, and God, he can't remember his name.
His friend tells him of what happened with disapproval the day after. Jerry's lips ache for the feel of another lips.
He's a good kid. He studies really hard, and he keeps his parents and older sister proud.
Momma told him to keep out of trouble and daddy told him he believed in him. Sister told him to be a good man.
His brother just told him to do whatever the fuck he wants.
It was piling up, and his cigarettes ran one after the other as he tried to relieve some of the weight on his shoulders. His tongue feels heavy as smoke poisons his blood.
He's 20 and he's running away now, because all of this bullshit is building up, and God, he just wants an hour of peace.
He called his friend to tell him of what he will do.
"Jerry it's late, why the fuck are you up?" The friend muttered and he was tired and sleepy and hoping Jerry didn't do what he thought he'll do.
"I'm running away."
"Oh.", Jerry mention running away before, "to where?"
"I can't tell you, you'll crack after a while."
"Excuse you, do you not believe me?"
Jerry laughed and it felt like home.
"I'll miss you, man."
An alarm started blaring in friend's head.
"Wait, Jerry we'll still talk right? You'll hit me up sometimes? Right?"
No answer.
And then a click.
Friend tried to call his cell phone.
Jerry had thrown it in a ditch.
Jeremy Toulouse Pascal was reported missing a day later.
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rootworks · 1 year ago
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jerebear 🫶🫶🫶
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shitjerrysays · 4 months ago
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hey guys, its me :3c
so i'm sitting in front of this bonfire, right? bugs are snacking on my zesty little legs (and it's chill cuz im delish) and i thought to myself.
there are all of these tiny little people in this device all over the world who relate to Jeremy Toulouse Pascal!!!! isnt that nuts?
so, i invite you to crawl into my humble little ask box and tell me what makes YOU so jerry!!!!!! please! im begging you! i have seven kids and my wife left me and took my dear little dog named Poppy! I'm nothing without her. nothing.
talk to me, baby!
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