I'm about to go to bed. Or try. This is legit the first time in about a week that i've been anything similar to tired before midnight, so I'm taking advantage of it.
But there's a quote without context from tonight that begs to be blogged.
Tristan: John, my pants are over here. Whenever you're ready.
Clara
P.S. Oh, if you must have context. Tristan was on the couch and John kind of jumped on him from behind, causing him to spill his coke. John proceeded to wipe the couch off, but Tristan was upset because his shorts got wet too. Thus.
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