I’m opening comments on this one because it would be a crime not to.
Posted in Daily Chuck | Tagged Chuck, Coco
Basking in the light of the southern exposure
Pretty in pink
Back porch, an August afternoon
“They drew first blood, not me.”
I think Coco lost a sprocket. For the first time ever she is not obsessed with monitoring the family. Heather, do you think this would work for your neuroses if we smeared peanut butter on Jon’s nose?
Yer chocolate does not go wid my peanut butter, Bitch!
Behold the peanut booger.
I’m going for a “motivational poster” with the subtitle:
Consider the consequences.
Coco: Um, Chuck? Did you need some help with that?
Chuck: You back it on up and shut your poo smellin’ whore mouth! This is mine!
Two great tastes that taste great together.
“No more. More. To the left. There’s still… Want me to get it? CAUSE I WILL.”
That intense look Coco is giving Chuck’s nose is deceptively sweet.
Touch my peanut butter and I WILL cut a dog.
bitch, back off
Wait ’til she opens the closet door and realizes her friends are throwing her a surprise party.
“…well, it’s better than what you found in the diaper genie.”
Coco: Dude. There is something on your nose.
Chuck: Go away.
Coco: Dude! It looks like peanut butter… smells like peanut butter too!
Chuck: No shit.
Coco: Peanut Butter, I swear…. on your nose! DUDE!
Chuck: Frickin’ idiot.
“You gonna eat that?”
Wassup, Coco, she KNOWS I prefer crunchy!!
Coco: Chuck! Chuck! Hey Chuck, is that peanut butter on your nose? Chuck? Hey CHUCK?! is…
Coco: Shuttin’ up.
“Sorry Coco, it’s not poop. You wouldn’t like it.”
Peanut Butter Boogers. Awesome!
Chuck: Do you smell peanut butter?
Coco: Are you going to eat all that?
Coco: “Dude, it’s supposed to go on top of your head. Not your nose.”
Her theory was confirmed…the peanut butter-colored dog did have the ability to conjure peanut butter at will. Coco weighed her options.
“I am so hot for you right now. C’mere…” -Coco
Just because you know I can’t reach it all, DOES NOT mean that you get to help! Personal space, dude.
Why you gotta be so stingy? I know momma showed you better than that…share you stingy ass bitch!
“touch my peanut butter Bitch, and I WILL cut you!”
Don’t fuck with Chuck.
I AM NOT A KONG
Dude, you so are.
“Confused.. isnt that the stuff we’re allowed to eat..but I know its not smart to get it there..Dont do it Dont Do it.”
” Pissed.. there is NO way I can eat all of that..and you are NOT touching it!”
Commercial break on LOST series finale.
BITCH, I WILL CUT YOU!!!
I like “The Lick Heard ‘Round the World” and the motivational take on things: “Consider the Consequences.”
I can just tell Coco is fighting the temptation to lick Chuck’s nose.
Go ahead. I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU.
“well, sure, that might work for you, but the rest of us can still smell your poop-breath!”
AHHHHHH … CHOOOOOO!!!!!
Chuck: “I don’t mind the diapers on my head, but that woman has taken this too far.”
Coco: Hey Chuck. Ya got a little somethin’ on yo-
Chuck: Shut it, bitch. Crazy lady’s at it again.
(thinks to himself: FML)
Get me some strawberry jelly, bitch!
MAKE MY DAY.
And you thought clowns were scary.
Bella, it can never be so. Edward, I don’t think my heart can bear it.
Oh, no you didn’t.
(Best Chuck evar!)
CoCo (Valley Girl voice): Don’t move. There like may or may not be some nuts on your nose. Either way, I can like help, totally.
Chuck (British accent): Ehhhh. Nuts you say? I was just licking those not a moment ago. Bollucks!
Just the tip?!
Nope, nothing between your teeth.
“Highchair debris from the recent Marlo melee. I know!”
Chuck: Oh, the agony of peanut butter on my nose! How like life, what a metaphor! Forever out of my grasp, yet I can’t stop lamenting how unfair it all is! WOE IS ME *Emo emotions*
Coco: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I can’t help but see them both as teenagers; Chuck as a moody quiet kid who technically doesn’t do anything wrong, just sits by himself and contemplates imagined complexities in his surroundings… While Coco is like a bubbly, vapid cheerleader-type (don’t kill me for stereotyping!) who talks on the phone incessantly morning to night in a chipper tone that simultaneously sounds like birds chirping and nails running down a chalkboard. Like “OMG THAT BOY TALKED TO THAT GIRL AND OMG!”
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