Go to Starbucks. Order coffee for “Prisoner 24601”
When they call out your order, jump up and yell “My name is Jean Valjean!”
And if the barista replies with “AND I’M JAVERT,” you tip that motherfucker so hard
you tip them right over the edge of a bridge
you fucking didn’t
oh my god.
So there’s this guy across the street who’s got an Impala. He doesn’t drive it anywhere yet though, he just kinda works on it in his garage.
This morning I woke up to him running the engine and I fangirled so hard because it sounds just like Dean’s. Then I walked outside to snap this picture from my porch, and the guy just grinned, asking if I was a Supernatural fan.
I’m considering inviting him over for pie.
I SHIP IT ALREADY