Text → Grace
  • Grace: No.
  • Puck: As long as you aren't dead.
  • Puck: If it matters, I still love you.
Text → Grace
  • P: You okay?
My friends > your friends.

thelolapuckerman:

I’m just putting it out there.

And good ol’ dad right?

thenolanreed-deactivated2012101 asked:
"Goddammit, I've always wanted to go to work in boxers. You ruined my lifelong goal uncle Puck."

That’s my job, kid. Maybe when you own your own label you can do what you want.

thenolanreed-deactivated2012101 asked:
"Sounds good. I should be able to come down soon. My days are mostly me in my boxers playing video games."

Please don’t come to the studio in your boxers..

thenolanreed-deactivated2012101 asked:
"Gracie said you might be looking for someone to help out at the studio? Any chance you have something?"

I’m always needing help. I can’t remember the last time I slept in a bed. Come down when you can and I’ll show you what’s up.

thenolanreed-deactivated2012101 asked:
"Uncle Puck, I gotta question for you."

Shoot, kiddo.

garretttristan replied to your post: garretttristan replied to your post: itsnoahjr…

I do find that a little hard to believe. How could you sleeping create a perfect beat?

Cause I’m Noah Puckerman.

garretttristan replied to your post: itsnoahjr replied to your post: I think I actually…

Couch hm. Now that it occurs to me, there is one at the firm as well. I do believe I wasted all that time sleeping at my desk.

One time I slept on the actual board and when I woke up, the sweetest beat in the world had been made.