Reg’s Mom and Vaughn
Mom: [storms up from the basement, controller in hand] That dirty son of a bitch.
Reg: [pauses, midtaste] Vaughn?
Mom: HE OFFERED ME MONEY TO LEAVE THE WOMEN.
Reg: Yeah, he’s kind of a dick.
Mom: WHY DO I NOT HAVE THE OPTION OF CUTTING OFF HIS MANPARTS?
Reg: …um.
Mom: HE SHOULD BE HUNG. CROWS SHOULD PICK OUT HIS EYEBALLS.
Reg: …you’re really upset.
Mom: I RAN HIM THROUGH WITH MY BORROWED SWORD. AND THEN STABBED HIM A FEW MORE TIMES. [notices the cookies and snatches one] DO NOT SEND THESE TO—TO— [sputters] TO THAT MAN.
Reg: Gaider?
Mom: RIGHT. HIM. [stomps back downstairs]She just has a lot of feelings, guys.
Seriously. Seriously guys, my back hurts so bad and the hysterical laughing is not helping, but wifey and I keep pasting links back and forth to each other and I cant stop.
(Source: biowareaccordingtomom)
