After Hours

I'll sleep happy forever knowing whatever night I've had, Paul had a worse one. the babygirl curse on Paul is real. David Tennant of his time if you will, nailing the look of terror. it seems i've grown quite fond of you, paul. tho there are no sexual urges or desires you come to me as a long lost friend whom i once picked apples with in papa's orchard. p.s.: also cannot stress enough how many times through the watch i found myself thinking, "I would've just walked home."