Rascals are always sociable, and the chief sign that a man has any nobility in his character is the little pleasure he takes in others company. Arthur Schopenhauer

Squirt, squirt
→ in reply to

Where was I, you might be wondering. Well, I roamed the streets of Portland in the middle of the night with my replica Glock water gun and terrorised the homeless schizophrenics.

“Open your fucking mouth. I’m going to help you. Calm down, stop crying. Stop fucking crying and stay still and open your mouth. You’re dehydrated.”

Squirt, squirt.