Chris Evans at the US Open
found this silly old…doodle..comic.. wip…thing…
so here goes
“you’re like a son to me”
“dad, i am your son”
ugh dont u hate it when u get stuck with that group partner and u tell them not to do the thing and they do it anyway and u end up losing ur arm and ur brother.
YOU ARE THE WORST AND I SNORTED TEH TEA OUT OF MY NOSE