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If you just saw me with arguably more bagels in my arms than one person should probably carry walking down the street, no you fucking didn't.

BELLS HELLS

There's a bunch of fucking bagels and topping shit in the kitchen so I don't want anyone whining about me leaving empty cartons around for a while but also I just spent the night at a casino and I don't want to talk about the whys or hows or what-the-fuck-Ashtons, but instead focus on that I am now in possession of a fuckton of money and tonight we're going out and we're going to get sloppy and I'm not accepting no for an answer.

Except yeah, obviously I'll accept no for an answer because I'm not a total fucking tool, except then I'll provide the counterargument that after all the weird ass stuff and shitty BS stuff that's happened the last handful of weeks, we deserve a night out using my pile of not at all ill-gotten winnings as a distraction. It's team-building shit right here, okay. Let's fucking go.

Just, you know, after I get some sleep because fuuuuck