#get their asses Goose

[ghouljams]

Missing (part 2) Tags: Ghost x f!reader/f!oc, 1870s cowboy au, kidnapping, guns, violence, damsel not exactly in distress Summary: Ghost finds the men that took his wife, and is reminded exactly why he fell for her in the first place. Part 1

The gag is overkill.

Although you suppose after hours of your swearing and threats, the multiple people you've bitten, and all the spitting in your captor's faces, it's reasonable. They've had to change your bindings at least three times, your hands bound in front, then moved to being bound behind your back, now your legs roped together as well. Fuckers can barely tie a decent knot, it's their fault you keep getting loose. The fact that they've confidently left you without a blindfold is a wonder. You can't imagine what they have to be so sure of themselves over.

You rub your wrists against one of the rocks poking you in the back, working the rope over the rough surface. It's not the sharpest thing around, but then again neither is the asshole "watching" you. He learned to keep his hands to himself after the second time you headbutted him. Even dogs know what "no" means.

You narrow your eyes at him, glare as he levels his pistol on you and makes a faux firing noise. When you get your hands on him...

A commotion further up in the cave draws your attention. Gunshots and shouting are never a good sign. You turn your head to listen, eyeing the opening to your little prison area. You watcher looks confident, or at least looks like he's trying to be confident. Moron. You work your ropes a little faster and feel the knot come loose. A last tug and you have to hold back a sigh feeling the rope untangle and fall to the ground.

You make a noise to try and get your watch's attention, he glances at you before fixing his eyes back on the entrance. You let out an exasperated breath and try again, louder, and really glare at him to make your point. "Shut up," He tells you. You give your best impression of fear and scream behind your gag. You don't particularly care if whoever's outside hears you, but it makes your watch crouch in front of you and wave his gun for you to see. "If you don't shut up, I'll give you somethin' to scream about," He threatens, just long enough for you to smash your head into his nose.

When he reels back to clutch his nose you make a grab for his pistol. It's enough of a surprise to keep his grip loose, and you're quick to clock him with the butt of the gun as soon as it's in your hands. You hit his temple square on and the man crumbles to the side. Asshole. You tug your gag down around your neck and debate shooting the guy as you untie the knots holding your ankles together. You suppose you have more important problems, you concede grabbing the rifle leaned next to his chair.

You check that it's loaded and holster the pistol in your skirt as best you can. "You just stay there, I'm gonna go find a ride." You tell the, you think he's unconscious, man on the ground. He doesn't object.

The commotion at the mouth of the cave seems to have drawn most of the outlaws hiding out in it, but that doesn't stop you from running into the few cowards that are still in the back. You dispatch them quickly, your rifle raised as you move through the cave's tunnel. It's too bad cowards are slow shots, smart of them to carry extra ammunition though. You swipe one of their hats, since they so rudely tossed yours.

You reload as you move, eyes darting between your hands and your way out. It's not a big cave, but you're happy to know the way out. Not a big crew either you decide, shooting the first man to see you as you find yourself in the open air of the main cavern. You're happy to see a familiar silhouette in the midst of the chaos near the mouth of the cave. The setting sun gives your husband a nice unearthly glow to him. You smash your rifle into the gut of the man that tries to come up behind you, and shoot another just to clear your path. You're not particularly in the mood for being grabbed again.

"What took you so long?" You yell, watching Ghost shoot a man twice between the eyes.

"Was picking up your wedding gift," He yells back, voice rough from a lack of sleep. At least he still has the energy to make jokes and shoot straight. He stalks over to you, flipping his pistol to bash the butt into the temple of the first man to try and stop him.

"Hell of a honeymoon," You grumble, shaking your head. Ghost stops in front of you his eyes fixed on your growing smile. "Hey there pretty boy," You grin, he snorts.

"Darlin'," He greets you with a quick tip of his head, "got a horse waitin' if you're ready."

"Any of these fools have a bounty on 'em?" You ask, glancing around your husband to eye the corpses littering the cave.

"Couple," He tells you, holding your chin to turn your head, inspecting you for injuries, "You look good."

You hum, "Better than the guys who were watching me." Ghost's eyes crinkle behind his mask, brown and warmly affectionate. Your heart clenches in your chest, he looks so proud of you.

"Good." He tugs his mask up and you catch the quirk of his smile, the tug of the scars around his mouth, just before he kisses you.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost cod #cowboy!ghost #oc: goose #1870s!cowboy au #cowboy au #get their asses Goose

[xiaoming56]

Blue carbuncle is a new christmas classic in my book

#mffjkdnf theyre so goofyyy #guy getting tackled and then having to endure them bickering like an old married couple 😭😭😭 #sherlock n john giving eo giftsss #johns gift being ear defenders that tell ppl to shh rkfkkdkdkf #and sherlocks gift being goose ass watch💀💀💀 #i love them sm 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #sherlock and co #sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #sherlock

[skytinee]

I have not actually drawn anything in like 9 months at this point I don't know what I'm doing. Take some Vaughnothy I did for an art trade with @thelegendarypusheen-art

alts w different overlays and blur levels under the cut because im indecisive

#vaughnothy #borderlands #timothy lawrence #vaughn the money man #my art #goose pointed out the fact tims mask hinges are rusted and I HAVE to draw them rusted now #timmy paints vaughns nails for him this is canon because I said so #but timmy having big ass hands causes the polish to get everywhere #the style inconsistencies ARE intentional #i add more grey to timmys hair because that man is STRESSED and also I think it looks good on him :3 #going thru an art style crisis #rarepair posting on main

[nerfpuncher]

Ya know everyone says Crosshair is a cat, was a cat in a past life and such.

BUT

I raise y'all

Crosshair was a GOOSE.

Asshole reputation

Bites regularly

You might have their loyalty but they still gunna be a dick to you regularly

Have your back in a fight but after winning they might bite you too just for kicks

Has that "I could kill God if I wanted to" confidence

Hisses

Not the most social of the group, normally on speaks just to talk shit or roast others

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #like idk i was dealing with my goose today and this hit me #like my goose loves me dont get me wrong #still bites my ass when i aint looking #crosshair has that vibe too

[strebcr]

If you're aroace why do you have an nsfw blog?

Oh shit, you caught me nonnie. Looks like I gotta turn in my aro/ace license. It's all Strebover for me now. 😭😔

#Anonymous #Nonnie I'm a 28 year old ass adult I can do what I want lmfaooo #Also that blog exists to help me get better at writing smut since it's always been a weak point next too fighting rps :^V #Also asexuality is a spectrum you silly goose #Also Streber is not aroace

[golden-riff-raff]

Shoutout to mommy goose for being stuck on his back, desperately scribbling in his book for this whole fight

#help i’ve fallen and i can’t get up #seriously i think he fell on his ass immediately #big old man energy #neverafter #neverafter ep 6 #neverafter episode 5 #neverafter spoilers #mother timothy goose #ally beardsley #d20 #dimension 20

[emocatkeith]

*TW: Blood & Mosaic-ed Gore*

so i may have caved in and,,,uh, made a tadc oc lol. was originally going to have one of those "fisher price talking phone" characters but i went with the sea monkey idea instead since i wanted to do a more aquatic themed character

got any questions for zim? ask away! i love answering questions

btw this is what the bottom drawing is referenced off of lol

#btw did you know that sea monkeys are actually just brine shrimp? #i was just trying to replicate goose's style with leevi's big eyes but i feel like they fit really well now lol #zim's ass says shit like “shrimply marvelous” and “krill or be krilled” #also using my mind beams to make you believe i spelled ian's last name right and totally didnt forget the l in malcolm #blood tw #gore tw #violence tw #kaufmo #not tagging the twink rabbit since i dont want his poor fans to see him getting mauled LMAO #but yeah seriously no worries he'll be fine just give him a few minutes and he'll be back to usual #tadc #tadc oc #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus oc #fan oc

[dandyshucks-moving]

tfw your man gets into a very needless tussle and now you gotta tease him about it like the imp you are as you help patch him up afterwards

#LOVINGLY teasing him djdkdl #but also goddamn bro u are a silly goose!!! that was such a goofy easily avoidable fight to get into!! #and u got ur ass kicked!! even if u still won the fight ofc fjfkdl but smh was it really worth the bruises and scrapes? #(... maybe he got into the fight just so he could be taken care of afterwards (≖ᴗ≖๑)) #those are ice packs btw idk how to draw those dnfkdkl took a stab at it though !! #dandyshucks #junebug 🪲 #dandy doodlebugs #💜so good at being in trouble #💜a boy and his bug🪲

[camping-with-monsters]

🪷The Woman of Geese🪷

A piece that’s, admittedly, very different than my usual work. I’m trying to gain some confidence in drawing more figure based works, and the likes of artistic nudity.

I took a bit of a “renaissance” inspiration for this. While I’m likely far from the colors, I think I had the right idea with the articulation and overall setting and mood, even if there are still some imperfections to this work.

I was originally super nervous to post it, but generally speaking, there’s nothing that’s too incredibly awkward about it, and perhaps I’m just a little paranoid that people will be weird about it.

Regardless, I’m still pleased with the result :)

#REALLY experimented with this one #had some help with this as well #I sat there staring at my screen for five minutes like “tf do I name this piece” #I like to name all of my more specific fully rendered pieces :) #anyways I hope you guys don’t mind artistic nudity on the timeline #if you do then. Idk. if it bothers you that much the unfollow button is right there lol #I spent a whole ass 11 hours on it I think I deserve to feel proud of this one #even if it’s a little outside of my usual work #if tumblr censors this fuck you <33 pregnant woman jumpscare <33 #I still feel like there’s a lot more I wanted to do #I originally meant to add some body hair in some places #it unfortunately slipped my mind :(( #we’ll get ‘em next time boys #I should also say that I did trace over real life images of geese for this #for anyone that tells you that it’s cheating to trace off of real life animals. man who’s gonna testify. the animal? #you gonna copyright a horse for existing? #Einin #Duck Duck Goose #ocs #original characters #artistic nudity #original stories #renessaince inspiration #censored nudity #The Kiwi Draws

[dersite-dragons]

everyone's waiting for van helsing to reveal his vampire hunting stoicism as though this kindly dutch gentleman didn't just chuck arthur holmwood across the room and then bluntly pronounce lucy dead less than five minutes later

he's a stoic all right, just a goofy one

#dracula daily #van helsing #you can be a polite and quirky doctor and still kick ass #man i hope you guys are excited because the back half of this book is about to get exciting #time for the suitor squad's wild vampire goose chase

[invinciblerodent]

getting a little bit obsessed with my "cottagecore throuple" here, because the more I think about it, the more disgustingly perfect and idyllic the whole thing is to me.

like... post-game, I like to imagine Shadowheart absolutely thriving. She's a city girl with a deep love for animals, and spotty- to nil memories, most of which are of the worst things to have ever happened in a dank torture-basement: of course a sweet, picturesque forest cottage (so far I like to think that Petyr would call it "The Hovel", even though it's by all means a cozy, nice hunter's lodge) would have her downright giddy, and she deserves every ounce of that happiness ever.

As I imagine it, when not enthusiastically learning all there is to learn about the quasi-self-sustaining life (that she had dropped herself into by shacking up with a literal forest ranger), she spends as much time outside as possible: walks barefoot in the tall grass, stops to smell every flower (and even plants quite a few, just by the vegetables), and lays in the soft underbrush for hours at a time- enjoying the sunlight caressing her face, enjoying a nice novel (and/or a cuddle with Scratch, the cub, or her boyfriend once he sits down for a moment), or just gazing up at the moon and stars in silent worship. She makes friends with every animal that crosses her path, too: SO many potions of animal speaking are consumed, it's absurd. (She's best friends with the chickens. Petyr has to start farming acorn truffles in the basement for her, and that even proves actually very lucrative- in town, that shit sells for like 10-20 gold a pop.)

She'd of course bring home everything that'll let her. Little wildflower bouquets and stuff at first, but also every critter: from juvenile racoons just weaned from their mothers (they look almost like kittens! how cute!), to elderly foxes that just want to curl up in front of the fire and warm their bones somewhere safe for a moment. She's having the time of her goddamn life, she's learning a shitton of life skills she was never taught (finally learning things not meant to make her better at hurting people!), and generally enjoying a life that, while still plagued by remnants of the past (night terrors, perpetrator trauma, loss, grief, pains both suffered and inflicted, all that great stuff), has her feeling actually content with her lot in it.

And with all this, Petyr is... very business as usual, or at least he's trying to pretend that he is. Having someone in what was his space for like 20 years is strange initially, but if there's one thing he's used to, it's adapting. Making things work. (Plus, he's like, happy, or whatever. In love. You know, that sort of rot.)

Then again, he's also used to only having to feed himself with the very little he has, not another (especially another who is inexperienced at this type of thing, and a second another who just... drops by sometimes, always unannounced and unexpected, but never unwelcome), which deep down does have him a bit (a lot) more antsy about not just being the self-appointed guardian of her happiness, but also just... their general survival.

He's keenly aware that winters in the wild are never especially easy, not when you're so far removed from the safety of a community- especially not the way he's used to being alone, without even magic to keep you warm and safe. Usually, he spends most of the year primarily occupied by preparing for winter, and even like that, there have been lean years: years when he got snowed in for tendays, when he did something stupid and all the careful prep went down the shitter, years he had to go hungry and learn to make do with next to nothing.

So he compensates for- (and distracts himself from-) that anxiety by making extra sure that the pantry is stocked to bursting with all the goods there can be, and they often head out into the woods to hunt and forage together- although he's not a great (or even a good) teacher, Shadowheart (usually Shadow, often Heart, lately Jen or Jenny in affection) does make what he used to do out of sheer need, into something also done for fun.

Hunting and foraging are fun now, and soon, the cabinets are overflowing with jars and jars of dry mushrooms, so much homemade deer jerky, jams and jellies and pickles galore... there's mead fermenting, and homemade soap curing before it can be used, firewood stacked to the height of a person... herb bundles, garlic braids, grain corn, and drying peppers are strung up on the rafters like fragrant fairy lights.

Meanwhile, I imagine that Halsin comes and goes as he pleases- not entirely unlike a beloved stray cat. He just shows up one evening as if he had left not tendays, but only a few hours ago, kicks the duff or mud or snow off his boots, and leans his staff into its habitual nook by the door. He sets whatever it is that he brought this time in its appropriate place (be it otherwise unobtainable goods from town, or just a little gift, a treat to enjoy together), and he sinks into the worn-out armchair by the fireplace that was declared his the first time he stayed.

One of the others almost always then strolls by to settle wordlessly on his lap (if not both of them- that poor chair can barely take the combined weight), and just relax as his big, warm fingers slowly work through the knots and ties keeping their hair out of their faces, and, voice rumbling deep in his chest, he tells them all that has happened in Reithwin the past while.

The many smells of dinner and the comforting scent of pipe tobacco mingle with the fragrant herbs and the crackling fire then, and creates something that can only be described as the scent of home.

.............. and then all three just fuck absolute NASTY every day, in every configuration, and on every surface available for the next, oh, month or so.

#first i had a typo; “halsin comes and hoes” and while that means something different; that too is accurate #squirrel plays bg3 #dad's birthday lunch done; i now relax by imagining cottagecore-ass domesticity yaaaay #i just. i love that in my world Shadowheart; the animal-loving yet lonely city girl #has two handsome woodsman boyfriends and the idyllic home of her dreams #Petyr; the man who convinced himself that he has no needs actually #has two partners who are not just sweet and fun but also both accomplished caregivers in different flavors #(they might even forcibly take care of him when he refuses to take care of himself) #and Halsin; after having finally accomplished the goal that has kept him wandering for a century #has two beautiful lovers who always welcome him home as a beloved equal #oc: petyr wildbrook #yeah the asshole whom i hate to love will have quite possibly the nicest goddamn epilogue; fuck #arvid gets a nice wedding; separation anxiety; and PTSD #iona goes on an almost fully nocturnal (and decades-long) wild goose chase to give her love the sun back #and petyr just. returns home with a gf #and a bf #and also PTSD but what else is new #they might even inspire him to try and reestablish a connection with his family; who knows

[ghouljams]

Cowboy!Gaz takes Birdie on their first date and nothing illegal happens...

You’ve never been much for love, anything more than fun and it starts getting complicated. You don’t mean to toot your own horn but you had more proposals tossed your way than you did college acceptance letters the summer after you graduated high school. Your mom always wanted you to get married, your older sister was happily wedded to her sweetheart didn’t you want that? The stability of marriage? Wasn’t that why she’d had you competing in pageants since you could walk? Proving what a pretty little wife you’d make?

Gag. You didn’t have the temperament for all that traditional marriage stuff.

Your friends called you flighty, restless, ready to run at the mere mention of white dresses, and more affectionately: Birdie.

So you’re pretty sure it’s just attraction that clenches in your chest when Kyle takes your hand as you’re walking down main street. Neither of you really have a plan for the day. You’d only insisted on going somewhere with a different bar, not eager to have anyone you knew know you had a date. Not when it could get back to your mama. 

You suppose it’s not too bad that the next nearest bar was in the next town over. It’s a cute place. Neither of you know anyone, or which stores are good, so you wander and talk and just enjoy each other's company.

“Ok, least favorite subject in school?” You ask, stepping over a missing chunk of sidewalk.

“Definitely maths.” Kyle hums, you swing your joined hands between you.

“Maths,” You mimic his accent, “Hit me with an ‘ah-lu-minium’ and I might swoon.” You’re tugged against Kyle’s side, held close against the firm muscle of his chest. He doesn’t let go of your hand, just twists his hold to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

“Nuh-uh not after I had to listen to you say ‘crayon’.” You laugh and push at his chest to be released. “If you didn’t sound so cute sayin’ it-” Kyle grumbles, you like the way his ‘complaint’ makes heat rise in your cheeks, “You wanna try rural next?”

“God, please, anything but that.” You grin.

“That’s what I thought,” He meets your smile with one of his own. It’s easy talking to Kyle, it feels like you haven’t been able to stop smiling since he picked you up. Which is already a point in his favor. Another point: he doesn’t let you go when you start walking again. He keeps you held close even with the adjustments you have to make to keep from tripping.

“How about something to eat?” You ask, catching yourself from resting your head on his shoulder. Damn this man and his charm.

“Not really anywhere private…” Kyle hums, you shoot him a look and find him holding back laughter, “We passed a pub not far down, how’s that?”

“I’d have a drink.” Not too many, you remind yourself. You’re not supposed to start fights on dates. Kyle turns the both of you around, and you spend a solid second trying to figure out how he did that.

The “pub” is really just a bar. Which you could’ve guessed by the fact that this is America. They have food though, thank god. You lean against the bar to talk to the bartender and order. Glancing back at Kyle to ask what he wants. His eyes survey the bar, his stetson held low behind you. Covering your ass from the stares of the other men in the bar, you realize with a not insignificant amount of butterflies in your stomach. He smiles when he catches you staring, all warmth where he’d previously been as serious as death. That doesn’t help the butterfly situation. 

He must think you’re looking for him to pay because he leans close, his hat just brushing your ass, to speak low to you, “Go find a seat, I’ll finish up.”

You would love for him to tell you twice, but you nod and push off the bar to find a two top. He settles his hat back on his head with a wink. You do your best not to bump into any spare chairs staring at him. He turns to talk to the bartender, leaning his elbows against the bar, his shirt tight over his shoulders and around his biceps. You bump into a chair and catch him smiling to himself as you try and play off your stumble to the rest of the patrons.

You pull a chair out and sit down, happy to shove your face in your hands and take a moment to be embarrassed. No problem. You’re a grown ass adult, you can drool a little over your date. He’s the one being charming and nice and God you want his arm around you again. 

A shadow looms over you, pressing a hand against the table, heavy enough to shift the weight of it. You look up from your hands, give the stranger a bored expression. Men who frequent bars this time of day are some of your least favorite. Drunk and unkempt, isn’t really your type. Especially when they only seem confident enough to half insult you more than actually flirting. 

“That supposed to be your boyfriend?” You roll your eyes, you’re not starting a fight, you’re not- “He come in men’s?”

“I think you come in men enough for the both of us.” You deadpan, God dammit.

“Ah, that’s cute, you got a mouth on you.” He hardly seems phased, if anything he thinks you’re playing hard to get. You glare up at him. “Come on little lady, I can show you a good time.”

“Oh I’m positive you can’t.” You tell him, blood starting to bubble just at the edge of your nerves, adrenaline starting to pump excitedly. You’re not fighting, you’re being good. You’re not going to scare off Kyle. You’d never hear the end of it from Goose if you did.

“You’ll change your tune once you-”

Kyle’s fist collides with the man’s face, the solid thud as it knocks into his jaw and loosens teeth is sickening and satisfying. Your eyes light up as the man collapses and Kyle shakes out his hand without so much as a flinch. The bar goes silent. Your breath picks up, a smile splitting your face as you grab Kyle’s hand and drag him out of there at a sprint. Laughter bubbles out of you as you run. The crash and clamor of upset bar patrons filling in behind you. You glance back at the scene, at the grin that lights up Kyle’s face as he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder, barely breaking stride. You screech and do your best not to laugh too hard as you flip off the bruised and bleeding man swearing at you from 20 meters behind.

Maybe your heart clenches with more than just attraction when you think of the grin Kyle was wearing as he ran after you. At the laughter that he lets out hearing the obscene insults you throw back at the bar. “We can never come back here,” He chuckles, a little breathless as he fumbles his keys from his pocket to unlock the car. 

“Not the first time someone’s said that to me,” You tell him, letting him set you in the passenger seat. He leans against the top of the car, ducked to keep his eyes on you. There’s a look in them that you’ve always dreaded, but somehow it doesn’t make you want to bolt from the car.

“And I hope it’s not the last.” He tells you sincerely. You bite your lip to contain your smile. Kyle glances over his shoulder and shuts the door quickly, sliding over the hood to hop in the driver’s side. He throws the car into gear and peels out of town just as a bottle hits the ground you used to be parked. He doesn’t look the least bit bothered by it, or your eager rubbernecking.

Maybe running isn’t so bad if you have someone to run with you.

#cowboy!Gaz #oc: Birdie #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x you #gaz x reader #gaz modern warfare #f!reader #The whole Fly album by the Chicks is really Birdie's vibe #anyway I think Goose told both of them not to start anything and embarrass her #Goose texting birdie: Gaz is really excited about this date don't blow it #Goose yelling at Gaz: Birdie is my friend don't make me choose her over you #both of them like: got it we will be so normal and charming #both of them immediately getting into trouble #the alternate ending to this is that they both call Goose from holding #and she has to pick their asses up for fighting

[monocrowee]

so last night i was drawing a certain vtuber and um decided to check twitter to see how the nijisanji situation was doing

anyways scrapped that im drawing cyyu and maybe dokibird instead plus i got some star rail sketches im working on

#quill rambles #can you guess what vtuber it it was vox akuma #me not being able to get the pose right for that drawing was a sign that i should scrap it lmao #i smell a big ass lawsuit incoming #some great comments ive seen people say about the statement #they wouldnt be able to leave like dokibird has #this shit n ns potentially outing them as dokis bullies ruined their reputation #and likely completely sunk the en branch #hearing say theres no favouritism is insane coming from ns golden goose #like theres the two sides cause the people named in that stream mightve been the ones to do this to doki n prob other talents #but also what the fuck are they holding over these peoples heads to say this trainwreck of a statement #vox n like cyyu were the only vtubers id ever watched but ig im becoming a fan of dokibird now #depening on the final outcome of this i may go back to watching vox

[oopsalltes]

the unfortunate thing about being the creator of a (technical) gijinka au is that i will literally forget how some of the official characters look in their own games

#text #tes ooc #bomberman #rukifellth #hi goose #literally got jumpscared by this render #no nose no mouth havin ass #he gets one single eye as a treat

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Me watching evil dead 2

Ash: (dubbed) Work shed

#I am tripping on LSD and the buddy's roommate comes home with a drunk chick two dudes and a bag of coke #I am trying to trip in peace #all these allusions about JFK ate fascinating #when you try to tell me something and I misunderstood I feel dumb so thanks #I know you were excited #when that feeling comes over me ai start getting suspicious sometimes #it's just you saying hi I see what you're doing #you're so beautiful it's ridiculous #ok beauty involves body when you get okder #but when you are 6 it is all face....and being cool #The Arlington digger #duck duck goose with us was always a blast #we would keep doing each other if the teacher didn't get mad about it #musical chair hero stories #me sees a sro #recognizes him from an old ass yearbook #sue looked like a a large blade of grass would snap her like a twig #I tell her the problem with the one who thinks Jason Statham is me #and she just laughs about how I am good looking amd I am like....I don't think of myself like that #that never mattered to anyone else #farming states to get what you wanted #yes I know that ridiculous story on ggw is you waxing poetically #it was so out of place and yet something tood me to at least browse the story #(I can never write short stories) that's bullshit but it is a good joke

[dailygoose]

They aren’t potty trained

Daily goose number 939

#geese #goose #submission #submitted by medukathemeguca #get his ass in the bathroom....... NOW