
Today I learned not all people are appreciative of vetriloquism. Especially my gynecologist.
Today I learned not all people are appreciative of vetriloquism. Especially my gynecologist.
The only cat like reflex I possess is turning and staring at the wall when you talk to me.
Sure I have my doubts, but Bigfoot doesn’t have any pictures of me either.
All conclusions should be drawn in crayon.
It isn’t a successful BBQ until some drunken idiot walks face first into a closed sliding glass door.
I’m fine by the way.
I’m supposed to be afraid of you because you are a twitter badass? What are you going to do, caps lock me?