karkat vantas

Do the nuptials proper. Slide that ring right on my finger, bitch ain't coming off until death do us part. We're in this for the long haul. Every day you come home to my fat, hairy ass parked on the couch, beer cans scattered around my feet. But you made a promise under the watchful eyes of a vengeful pretend deity, can't leave me now, what would the neighbors think. So you trudge your tired feet into that shit hole we call a kitchen and slather some more mayo on my sandwich.