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  • Five minutes after I bring fresh bread home from the bakery: THIS BREAD IS FIT FOR THE GODS. BEHOLD, MIGHTY ZEUS, THE TUNA PANINI I FORGED FOR YOU UPON MY TABLETOP GEORGE FOREMAN GRILL
  • The day after I bring fresh bread home from the bakery: what is this hard lump of garbage I mean I wouldn't even let Pol Pot eat a grilled cheese I made out of this if I even had a knife sharp enough to slice it

anonymous asked:

I have a friend that I believe to be a sex addict. I don't regularly see her, but I've heard things about her that don't seem likely. It's like she is being described as a completely different person. I don't know whether it'd be a good idea to confront her, but I can't ignore this. I want to help, but I don't know how. What should I do?


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Guest Columnist: Tuna Panini.

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Chapter 19, beautifulsssss xxx

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Her head ached like a bitch and her mouth was dry, feeling like she had been chewing on sand. Her eyes refused to give in to the light and she kept them shut; knowing the moment they would open the sun would blind her. 

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