Nothing like being on 12th hour of an up-too-late stretch, summoned via FaceTime by the Queen of the Universe (6 year old niece), knowing Hell itself has no authority here.
“Show me your pigeons”
“Video the garbage men”
“Look at my dead chicken’s grave”
“Watch me watch tv”
“Tell me about death”
“Show me your pigeons”
“Video the garbage men”
“Look at my dead chicken’s grave”
“Watch me watch tv”
“Tell me about death”
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“Yes. With pleasure. Always and forever.”
All hail.