Sound diagnosis
It was probably a heat thing. Like overheating, or something to do with heat. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
It was probably a heat thing. Like overheating, or something to do with heat. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
I’m going to get sickeningly close to you, buttface. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
I thought it would be like sunburn, but it was more like a real burn. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
If my brain could stick out some crazy arms and wave them around, it would. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
I know too many things. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
He’s been trying to come up with a big baby head for awhile. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
This is for decoration, not your mouth. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
I just called a wrong number, and the person who answered was totally stoned. “WHO??” Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
I’m going to have a shitty weekend. Why? Because I’m married? Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
I was going to be a boy, but my parents probably weren’t going to name me Leonard. It must have been when I ate that other twin when I turned into a girl....
It’s better to look good than to feel good. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8
I did bring a margarita to a Mexican restaurant. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.7
I want to cry right now I’m so happy. I want to shove it in my mouth. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.7
Can you come over here for a sec? I have all the secs you want! Um…wait. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
I feel like Wayne Coyne. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
I’m familiar with these. What are they? Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
I want Bruce Dickinson to sing the Bible. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
I can do it with anything. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
All good things come to… me. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
I need a masssage, so I’m going to sit on the couch with a beer and watch golf. In my underwear. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
That was my rogue finger, sorry. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.6
Didn’t he use his hands? That’s the goalie. He’s allowed to do that. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.1
No, it’s alright, I’m listening. Can you start over? Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.1
I’m annoyed by the lameness of the appetizers sampler. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.1
I should have checked my blind spot for your mergings. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.1
My boobs frequently save people from being arrested. Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.1
I think it’s Thomas, but it might be Robert. One of those fatherly names.I think it’s Gary.That could also be it.
All I think about is getting laid, and domain names.
Your squishy things line up better than mine do.
Comic Sans?? I don’t think so.
I really want to know how Talking Heads can end up on my Rammstein Pandora station. I really want to know how you can end up listening to a Rammstein Pandora st...
I once force-fed a vegan bacon. Well, not on purpose.
I have some random stuff in my fanny pack.
Ok, there’s food here, and there’s brats too.
I’m not supposed to have broccoli because it makes me vomit. If I have more than one, I puke it.
I’ve taken a lot of medication, and all of it was legal. That’s a lie.
I have a Weezer of a question for you…
Sometimes when I think of you I actually think of you as a Ninja Turtle.
We have quite the collection of sexy people.