"Rude. That Vee, she’s a very rude person. I don’t like rude."
I ask again, where does it end? I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?
|How do I nicely turn him down without getting murdered? |
-- A question all women are now asking themselves. (via natasaromanoff)