She needs to fuckin start chanting some mantras
– About our crabby daughter
She needs to fuckin start chanting some mantras
– About our crabby daughter
What’s his name? Ainsley? Braxton? Brad? Drab. “Drab Anderson.
Hey Megan, how fast can you draw a unicorn?
Dario’s could probably just pee on some chickpeas and I would love it.
How many points are artists worth if I hit them with my car?
American Apparel? That’s what SlouchCouch is gonna be like—we’re gonna make great games but no one will want to buy them because I’m such a sleazebag.
Come smell her poop. It smells like weed.
Alice why does your butt smell like marijuana???
Shh. SHH!! I’m thinking of numbers. …No, for a coordinate grid.
Whoa. Your feet smell like some really good Burger King dipping sauce.
