I get it. I like a little quiet time. Is that the smoke detector goin’ off? My fried chitterlings are singin’ in a grease fire. OMG extinguisher’s up these rickety stairs littered with crystal goblets that are no bigger than a thimble, and large brass cymbals teetering in upright…
That, is too many things…
just call me the philosopher of corn dogs (please)
Okay, Maurice.
Hey you, why you ask this fish to climb a tree?
I tweaked it : )
Better light:
Maybe he was a Dr. Dr. Evil…
Where were you when you realized the advertisements were competing with the madness?
I’m about done. Gonna turn in my phone and head for a mountain…
A commiseratory of dysfunction…
I don’t think any of this would have happened if only Frankie Valli hadn’t started all that screeching…
Grey and claustrophobia causing clouds…
I think the wheels may be comin’ off this bitch…
Basic fucks
: ) *snort*
Who’s witty?
People always look surprised when you bite them
Rain all day Saturday 73° for a high and fuck you in your pie hole, Karen…
I once walked through your lush lawn barefooted and the world has never recovered…
Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams are more nightmarish when the laundry isn’t done…
My like for frogs is astounding…
My face was done with a rake and a hoe, so just move on…
When the thieves own the bank they start to steal from each other…
*Captain Obvious’ head explodes*
Woke up very esoteric this mornin’…
Haven’t you heard? Up is down. YAY
Starting to believe all these “Karen gets knocked the fuck out” videos are mysogynistic…
Meat puppets at dawn…
I thought of it but didn’t and now this madness…
Your milk tea splash leaves nuthin to the imagination, Nigel…
Officer: WTAF?
Me: Klondike Bar…