Hey you in the apron! It's Christmas Day in The U.S. and what do I wake up to? Rain...Rain and you hugged up on Wentworth Miller. Where is your other hand you whipped cream frothing floosie? Huh? On his ass? And don't think I didn't notice that severe lean in of the face...trying to feel the material on his jacket...and smell him. You're not slick, not at all. Went at Starbucks? Yeah there's a shocker. He LIVES at Starbucks. *goes into a jealous rage* Merry Fucking Christmas Starbucks girl...*mumbling* Of all the Starbucks in all of Melbourne he had to pick yours...
Congratulations!
source by way of Baaca from The Church
