I’m not all bent out of fucking shape, Dex. You know how I am. And yes, a lot fucking better than sneaking off again. I don’t even know why I was so fucking tired.
Shut the fuck up, Dexter. Are you trolling my page now because I wont let you out of my sight unless we’re both at the office, because that’s a little fucking creepy.
I don’t know where you got that idea, but my step-brother is not a fucking serial killer. Unless our life is on TV and I don’t fucking know it, I wouldn’t know you people would know that…
Uh… What. The fuck? I do not love my step-brother.
No. Lundy never fucking taught me how to cook.
Forgive him for what? Fucking killing Travis? That guy was a sick mother fucker. As for me “loving” my brother. AHAHAHAHA. You’re fucking stupid. But really, how the fuck would you know that?
Am I allowed to not answer a question. The fuck is this…
There was one fucking question. What’s this shit? Send me more, or I’m fucking done with this.
Jesus. Doakes? What is this? I haven’t talked about him in.. months! Why the fuck would someone bring him up now?
I would definitely consider it, but who fucking knows. They probably would piss me off a little.
