em-fields:

Serious as getting hit playing leap frog.

Then let’s have an eat-off.

(Source: flexcarter)

em-fields:

Somehow I don’t believe that.

Ya don’t think I’m better than you at eatin’? Are ya serious right now?

(Source: flexcarter)

em-fields:

I can list other things too. Like eating. I’m great at eating.

I’m better. 

(Source: flexcarter)

em-fields:

Good at life. Obviously.

Really?

(Source: flexcarter)

em-fields replied to your post: 

Oh I don’t know. I was agreeing with you that’s all.

Well what the hell good are you then?

em-fields replied to your post: I keep thinkin’ they’re gonna find some mistake on…

Yes.

Well what is it? Where are we goin’?

I keep thinkin’ they’re gonna find some mistake on my transcript and un-graduate me. ‘Cause I really don’t know how I graduated in the first place. Are we doin’ some Senior Class Trip or some shit?

puckerman-express:

Nah, you’ll be some kinda college football legend or somethin’, man. Couldn’t take that shit away from you if I tried.

Are you gettin’ all sentimental on me right now? Do ya need a hug? 

puckerman-express:

flexcarter replied to your post: Where are you going to college?

That doesn’t sound half bad, man.

Dude, you should so join me. Fuck Oklahoma.

I dunno if I could even if I wanted to. I think I signed away my soul or somethin’ when I was signin’ all those papers. 

sammyiam replied to your post: Where are you going to college?

Better you find that one out SOONER rather than LATER.

Unidamnversity of Oklahoma. I still don’t know what the hell a ‘Sooner’ is. 

The last thing I need, is a kid. 

(Source: llannisters)

sammyiam:

flexcarter replied to your post: She was sad. I didn’t know what else to do.

Shut the hell up. She started talkin’ about y’alls sex life. I can’t scrub that shit from my brain.

Oh. Well yeah, that’s gonna stick with you. Anything good?

No. I’m tryin’ to forget it. Showers are never gonna be the same.

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Whatta ya mean? Nothin’ is wrong.