Jake and Robin, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
No seriously. They probably are.
These two are the textbook example of a perfect couple (with the exception of me and Andy, of course).
They're going to be together forever. They could fall into the pits of Hell, and be told that the only way to leave was to break up, and they wouldn't. They would probably just tell the devil to go ahead and fuck himself, open up a bottle of tequila and have their own little party.
Seriously though. They're amazing. And I love them and their coupleness forever and ever. Forever.
They're like apples and peanut butter. Or babies and poop. Always together and always perfect. Ok, maybe poop isn't perfect, but poop and babies do go together. Like Jake and Robin. In fact, when two things go together perfectly, we should say that they go together like Jake and Robin. Forget cookies and milk! Forget vodka and Kool-Aid (and spending the night over the toilet)! It's all about Jake and Robin.
Forever.
Did I mention they're perfect?
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