>"ahh, Natalia. you look so beautif- is that a breadcrumb on your lip?"
>"what? n-no, i p-promise.."
>"mmh, no matter. we will talk about this later when you have refunded your dinner."
"ahh, Natalia. you look so beautif- is that a breadcrumb on your lip?"
THE ERA OF STIC IS UPON US LADS
>THE ERA OF STIC IS UPON US LADS
HAHAHAHAHA
NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT YOU BONY FUCK
>LE ARCHITEEEEECT!!! SO FUCKIN BASED
>”Sir, the Vogue and Vanity Fair covers are in for your review. They’ve narrowed the actresses’ waists 10 percent on Photoshop, I think you’ll be pleased.”
>”...shrink the horizontals by 20.”
>”20 percent, sir? They’ll never believe it’s a realistic body size!”
>”Do it.”
>”Y-yes, sir. But...”
>”No! No buts! No tits or hips, either! No thighs! They have to be spindly, frail creatures that blow away in a breeze. To be...perfect.”
>”He’ll know we’re behind it, sir.”
>”Let him find out. He can’t dam a tsunami. What we’re doing here is so much bigger than one architect, it marches with the tide of history. We cannot be stopped.”
Heaton turns to the window:
>”For so long it was just you, Pierce. Alone in this morass of ignorance, laboring to reveal the secrets of the human form. But where you flinched away in horror, I saw...beauty. Where your hand heaped helpings, I pruned away portion by portion. You destroy beauty with your creations, but I...ah, I create it with my... Demolitions.”
PIERCE BROSNAN
VS
CHARLIE HEATON
IN
DIET ANOTHER DAY
>It looks like I will need help from someone on the inside *dials number*
>*lights cigarette* ay, Ima little busy but I can give you someone elses number though
Who is he gonna call?
>This seems like a job for Chief Hopper and Detective Byers. Don't worry Pierce, me and Joyce will solve the case!