British Kitchen Nightmares: “The risotto is overcooked and your restaurant needs new lighting.”
American Kitchen Nightmares: “YOUR STAFF DOES DRUGS ON THE CLOCK, YOUR FAMILY THINKS YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE AND THERE’S A LIVE RAT IN MY FOOD.”
Number 23 calls him ‘Cas’, and the angel blade clatters to the ground from numb fingers. You have to kill that one yourself, and it takes three other angels to hold Castiel back.
Number 108 kisses him, hard and rough and possessive, and Castiel…
"you are what you eat" i don’t remember eating a huge disappointment
hello i’d like to hire an assassin? yes the target is me please murder me
I spend so much time alone that if I was ever falsely accused for a crime I would never have an alibi
have you ever just cried because you’re you