turk-tips: “Or being turned into a monster…..having demons put into your head…like the harbinger of the End of the Fuckin’ World…..Oh, yeah. I love you, too, sweetheart.”

turk-tips: “Or being turned into a monster…..having demons put into your head…like the harbinger of the End of the Fuckin’ World…..Oh, yeah. I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Turk-Tips: Damn Right It Is. This Suit Is Swag.

Turk-Tips: “It Works Every Time.”

Turk-Tips: Try Not To Develope Stockholm Syndrome, Please. It’s Very Unattractive.

Turk-Tips: We’ve Stopped Trying To Get Him To Fix Up His Clothes A Looooong Time Ago.

Turk-Tips: Live In Fear Of The Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeepomaa—Er. Turks. Right. That’s What I Meant.

Turk-Tips: I Live A Very Unhealthy Lifestyle, I Know. I’ll Try To Cut Back A Little On The Revenge. Do Some More Exercise. Maybe Go To A Gym.

Turk-Tips: What’s The Paperclip And Rubberband For? I Needed Something To Keep My Paperwork Together And The Rubberband’s For My Hair~ And The Dynamite? Do I Really Need A Reason To Have Explosives?

Turk-Tips: Veld, Before…You Know.

Turk-Tips: Seriously Though. You’d Think After The First Shot You’d Have Left By Now.

Turk-Tips: Yes, Nunchuck-Turk. You Can Bring The Kitchen Sink, Too.

Turk-Tips: You’d Be Surprised How Many People Just Accept This Excuse As Is.

Turk-Tips: Choices Are A Luxury We Can’t Afford.

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