Oh two guys lighting off fireworks in my street, you tried to get in my face but then you fucked off like I told you to when I got in yours.
YAY, mail-order DAPHNIA COLONY! http://twitpic.com/5hvon3
Help me, other side of the pillow, you’re my only hope.
I imagine Woodge in his own Trench, it’s a fluffy couch on legs. Let’s him lay down while moving between food/attack locations.
Post-run KFC trip, Karate Kid soundtrack blaring. Ladies kickboxing. San Diego.
“This peanut butter is funky.” - ‘Yeah, you have to delve deep when mixing.’ - “So I have to balrog this peanut butter.”
“I’m bringing my running stuff, you been running?” @RustyInnards “Nah, I’m pulling a Robert Baratheon.”