My father trapped one of those mall kiosk salesmen back in '09. Built the cage himself. Fed it Taiwanese phone cases twice a week. Mean son of a bitch. Lived to be almost twelve.
My uncle performed the first Minion autopsy out near Marietta. Year was ‘89. Thick, thick skin, like a boar’s. Downstairs was all cloaca. Kevin still visits the grave
@HowlingKanye this just happened to me and it's like no your dad does not listen to black metal you dumb idiot girl. i know he doesn't. you didn't even listen
Downloading an app that lets me talk to the Japs directly, only to continually bring up WWII and attempt to guilt-trip them into showing me their naked bodies.