I crave cookies!!! Whereupon I wandered east and found the wiry stamps of platypus-owlbear butt. Why? Three butts by division equals math is stupid. Cactus.
Mmmmmm lead cyanide tastes like sweet candy. Ghosts? Here? In my closet. Good conversation they make, cept the nazi who insists on shooting things and the Italian who wont shut up about his damn bistro. The wolf spider under the dresser bit them both and gossip rumor mongering war happy fun time was no more twelve random notes of that song on the super hyped up guitar piano thing youtube.
Wot? Main screen turn on. We has signal. How are you gentlemen. All your Tom Cruise logic are belong to us. Druidic farts smell like wet catatonic kitty cookies. Mmm... cookies.
I just want to sleep :( why is that so much to ask
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Because you refuse to lay your stupid head down and close your @#$#$ eyes!
Really.
People!
P.S. Heather has a comfy couch.
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