horse truck

TSK: Nay, I say

Cranquis: So as my nurse already informed you, we need to transfer Lulu to the ER for evaluation of her belly pain from the accident. She could have internal bleeding.

Mother of teenaged Lulu: NO WE DON’T NEED NO ER, WE JUST NEED AN XRAY TO SEE IF ANYTHING IS BROKEN!

Cranquis: Lulu, did you throw up after the horse kicked you in the pelvis and then stepped on your stomach?

Lulu: Ye–

Mother: NO. SAY NO, OR THEY’LL SEND YOU TO THE ER.

Cranquis: LISTEN, LADY – IT. DOESN’T. WORK. THAT. WAY.

Imagine Dean’s reaction when you tell him about your boyfriend

“So, tell me about your boyfriend again.”


You smiled with the thought of him. Even before Dean asking you you to speak about him you already see him in your vision. “He’s handsome…and nice. He likes to help people, donate to the poor guys sleeping by the street.”


You bit your lower lip, battling either to continue talking about him or not, but later you found it fun to have someone to talk to – finally – so you continued.


“He has a good family. Every weekend, or if he couldn’t make it over the weekend, he’d pay his family a visit at the farm at the end of the month. Yeah, his family owns a big farm.” You proudly told Dean. “They have goose, chickens, cows. They have corn field. They have horses and trucks. That place is very beautiful I could live there forever!” You chuckled to yourself as you remember that place.


Dean kept quiet the whole time you were talking and you enjoying too much talking about your boyfriend to Dean to notice his reaction. He felt like being betrayed by himself because the question backfired him. His intention was to only start a conversation, not start a list about your boyfriend.


“His nephews and nieces will always chasing him around because he’s nice with them. I can see that he’s ready to have a child of his own.” You laughed.


“That’s awesome, but are you?”


Dean question was okay, but his voice made you recoil. There was a sign of jealousy and angry when he asked you that question.


“Well,” you shrugged uncomfortably as if Dean caught you in the act, “not that I don’t want my own, but I’m not ready because I feel like I need more time for myself alone.”


“Oh…”


“Why, Dean? Something’s bothering you?”


“No, no, I’m fine.” Dean smiled reassuringly, but of course he’s lying.