“Jesus fucking Christ,” John gaped around a jaw-cracking yawn. “Patrol? There’s patrol now? It’s the middle of the fucking night.”“It’s half seven,” Blackwood said, throwing John’s discarded camoflague shirt at him. “And you’re the one who thought four hookers in two hours was an intelligent way to end a twenty-four leave.”
Things you find most on Tumblr summed up in one gif.
this is amazing
a naked guy holding a cat and eating pizza
i think my blog is complete
pretty much
