Folks, I love you. But I'm going to be phoning this one in. I have been distracted beyond belief lately and I just have not been able to buckle down and get this update written. So, I'm captioning the pictures via the
Euphemism Generator. This will serve a couple purposes - the pictures will have words and I will not have to think of them. It's pretty wonderful in my opinion. I won't do this every time, promises.
Oh, it's Poppy's birthday already. Time really flies when you pay no attention whatsoever to something.
Where the hell is Rachel?
Well, that party's over.
I Play Sims (part34)
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9 comments:
Red weeping sausage?
I don't know whether to be grossed out, or aroused.
It's a toughie.
I mysteriously ate a coughing zebra in the nude. Sometimes I leave my magic tricks in the city toilet. Nobody hears me when my dog and I juggle rabid voles.
I see what you did there...
Studnicka's absurdity levels are on point.
So my "absurdity levels" are "on point", are they?
Why does it feel like you're flirting with me? I'm okay with this, of course.
"Why does" it "feel like" I'm flirting with "you"?... I don't know... "does" it?
It's "obviously" all of these "fucking air quotes" you're using. It "confuses" the senses.
Also, you know you're doing it.
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