Merry Christmas to everyone who gets my sense of humor!
It’s like the “wear sunscreen” speech but actually applicable to modern life. Sunscreen can’t protect you from this economy.
The best thing about lemon oreos is that the carbs go straight to your dick.
Praise b to the paws of righteousness. Go with procyon. And please clean my bathroom.
Imagine sending me a postcard threatening to drop a house on me like I wouldn’t LOVE that? First of all: free house! Also, dead.
Thus they formed a massive black feathery murder cloud and exacted death upon humans, fulfilling prophecy.
The possum is my shepperd, I shall not want. He maketh me lie down in trash.