( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Dad, Sammy, Adam? Any of you say a goddamn word about this and I'll shoot you in the balls.

Just sayin'.

I need a fucking drink.

( Edit ): Screw it. I'm hot. I'm just gonna enjoy this.

I hate this place so much sometimes.

So. Much.

Hey Barbie!

Where's the mop and bucket? I just made fun of Transformers so hard, some super nerd just puked all over the counter.

Typing with one hand is hard.

Randal! So help me, if you're somehow responsible for this, I'm going to kill you. Right after Becky kills me. Dammit.

Hey, Barbie? How pissed would you be if I closed up shop early and watched a Tijuana Donkey Show?




Also: What's your opinion on ass to mouth?

[Filtered against anyone under the age of sixteen]

Randal Graves, I swear to everything that's holy and some things that aren't, you are going to rue the day you met me if you don't take back whatever you told him right now. And don't play dumb, you know damn well who I'm talking about.

Dean, you need to take Ben's closet door off the hinges. Possibly his bedroom door too, if he keeps it up.

Dad? Have at it. I won't complain in the least.

[ooc: takes place immediately after this; purposefully unfiltered from other adults because claire is a bit too peeved to care about such things at the moment]

Aw, FUCK me in the ass with a lawn dart. This shit again? It feels like I just left this fuckin' place!

Barbie, you still here?