" I can’t fire my rifle! My hand is cramped up!"
I think he just mooned the camera. But since this is Clowngress, it could be his ballsack.
Exactly! Same thing happened to a girl I used to know. She had two cactuses, put one on a window behind a curtain and forgot about it. The other, in full view, she kills it with her love. She finds the other thriving when she is packing up for a move.
To shreds, you say.
See, what people don’t realize, cactus thrive on neglect.
Wait? Is the cybertruck a shitty electric camino?
Edit: deleted second electric
But is it as good as Cheddar Goblin™ brand maccaroni?
What about the donkey teeth?
Like anything, You have to pay extra for that…
Or maybe strapped to a tree in a forest full of hungry horny grizzly bears. Is that better?
Hello, fellow dog percussionists.
This is one of my favorite stories, second only to the princess and the pee.
“I want to know what it feels like for someone to shit in my mouth, but I’m shy…”
But are you walking on sunshine?
Better then crunchy frogs?
I binge watched Wilfred, and afterward I watched a movie called “Maniac”. If you haven’t seen it, Elijah Wood is murdering young women in a first-person view. It felt like a very dark series finale.
Now we have to find a kid named shinji and tell him to get in the god damn robot.
Once you go quack, you never go back.