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Aight, shade-
-walks out of room with visible confusion-

.....can I lick your forehead?

Sure ig

*licks your forehead*
*. . . Sticks a one way stamp on you and mails you to Abu Dhabi*

BE FREE, NERMAL!!

I initially read that as "nails you to Abu Dhabi" and I was like: What-

In your sick Church dreams, maybe

NOT THAT TYPE OF NAILING SOMEONE XD

LIKE I CANT

THE WORLD WE LIVE IN

XD
HUH?

XD

NERMAL

OMGOMGOMGOMG YESSSSDS

F**KING NERMAL

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

BITCH STOLE MY CHAIR

JON GIVIN HIM THE REMOTE AND LASAGNE

MY LASAGNA

REMEMBER THE ALIENS WHO ATE AT VITOS?

Ye

Y WERE THERE SO MANY TYPES OF ALIENS

Cheese puffs dude
Fried chicken dudes
Pizza dudes
Lasagne dudrs

IDK

. . . Hairy Styles-

XDDDDDDDDD

Cho is great

I know
But he’s too uptight for my taste

Red John for MVP since he got Jane into CBI

Okay true
BUT HE ALSO KILLED JANE’S WIFE AND DAUGHTER

We don't talk about that XD

NEVER TRUST ANYONE WHO SMELLS LIKE PINEAPPLE

*is casually watching this conversation unfold*

THEYRE ALL BROWN HAIRED, GLASSES WEARING RAPISTS

Kimball Cho: Bosco's team calls us "Bert and Ernie."
Wayne Rigsby: You knew that, and you didn't say anything?
Kimball Cho: I knew it'd bother you.
Wayne Rigsby: Doesn't bother you?
Kimball Cho: No. Ernie's the clever, handsome one.

XD

Teresa Lisbon: You guys look into this Jasper character.
Patrick Jane: Don't bother, he's a red herring.
Grace Van Pelt: What does it mean anyway? "A red herring?"
Teresa Lisbon: A red herring is what you look into regardless of what Jane tells you.