Im being continually harrassed by images of a cat in a taco bell uniform violently hurling various tace bell menu items at me and I must say I am requesting a monthly subscription, keep em coming.
I love saying words incorrectly and just recently discovered a banger, pronoucing poison (poyzon) like pΓ²ison (poysan). The weird looks are ecstasy (extaysee)
They claim practice makes perfect, but it seems to create an excess of failure as well, we must discover a way to reduce this unwanted byproduct. Science can never rest.
The fates have decided the burdens I now must carry. I beg thee, remember me not for the man I must become, but as the young man you all once knew.
(I'm lactose intolerant and ate a family sized mac n cheese.)
With the drying paint clinging to foreign legs I must call my own and the giant approaching plastic net blocking both the light and any vestige of escape, I'm forced into two realizations. First, being a fly on the wall isn't what it's cracked to up be and second, Genies suck.