(Source: hi-mi-zu)
An E3 memory of me smoochin’ on a cutie in the loft and him insisting that we turn off Bob’s Burgers because he couldn’t make out to the sound of Eugene Mirman’s voice.
Maybe its a sign I’ve been single too long, but I think I could make out to the sound of my mom being viciously stabbed to death. I’m not about to call time out on account of Bob’s Burgers.
