perfectly normal paranoia
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DON'T GIVE NONE FUCKS.

lightningleslie:

mellymouse:

rileyanne:

But those are pants. You don’t wear pants.

sometimes I wear pants
sometimes I do not wear pants
this is a haiku

i can attest to this as fact.
sometimes riley is wearing jeans and on those days it makes me feel like the universe forgot to put on its reading glasses or something.
nevertheless… pants.

It was always a special occasion when Riley would put on pants, and it always felt kind of wrong. Or it was just laundry day. Living with Riley was full of pants based fun!

This is all especially hilarious considering the fact that I wore jeans almost exclusively prior to living with Leslie.

And if I ever need a quote for a book jacket or something, it’s going to be “Living with Riley was full of pants based fun!”