Shane Carmichael · Feb 13, 2012
I Mounted My Lightsaber

I asked you a question...
Something like,
“Will you marry me and cook for me every day?”
You replied.
“No. I will not cook for you every day.”
With a hell yeah and a smirk on my face
I’ll take that as well

 
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