And they are not cranky pants. They are MISERY WOE HOLY SHIT I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF KEEP AWAY FROM MY DESPAIR FUNK pants.
Admittedly, if I had such adorable bear paws, I'd stare at them all day too.
Friday, October 02, 2009
Like a giant angry testicle, THAT'S HOW UGLY.
Turns out, Madame Fearsome Baboon led my cranky pants astray, and left them with Mister Emo Bear.
And they are not cranky pants. They are MISERY WOE HOLY SHIT I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF KEEP AWAY FROM MY DESPAIR FUNK pants.
Admittedly, if I had such adorable bear paws, I'd stare at them all day too.
And they are not cranky pants. They are MISERY WOE HOLY SHIT I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF KEEP AWAY FROM MY DESPAIR FUNK pants.
Admittedly, if I had such adorable bear paws, I'd stare at them all day too.
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I embody Vicks cough syrup and live the dream. I do not fear to traverse the sacred spaces of the vast untapped collective Nyquil dream that reaches far far back into man's half-forgotten mist-shrouded (these places are always mist shourded, sometimes even swathed) past.
ReplyDeleteI dare to cross the ocean of grape soda and say onto the people: Interplaq signifies the death knell of dental floss.
(shake shake)
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ReplyDeletej you know--the ocean of grape soda. the death of dental floss it leads to. amazing what kind of spam accumulates when you raise the specter of a giant angry testicle without the context of a spaceship. v
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