When you go peepee poopoo and you wash your hands? Ugh. So hot.
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@absolutedebauchery
When you go peepee poopoo and you wash your hands? Ugh. So hot.
She hates me so much... Isn’t that right, dingleberry dumpling?
I wanna not look like a Hefty bag in a t-shirt.
My soul is full. My face hungers.
My pasta tastes like AiDS
Hey Moxie! You almost fell off the table stretching, you stupid goat!
You fucking cow in a cat suit... all you are is stank and ritual sacrifice.
Hey Moxie! If i had to move through the world using only smell, I wouldn’t know where your asshole was.
Hey Moxie! Are your innards made of the souls of the damned. Wait, are you about to shit in that box?!
Staple his nutsack to his thigh. I’m sorry, who are we talking about?
I’m gonna break his shoulders and titty-fuck him to death!
Greg’s colon is the philosopher’s stone!
Everything has “shart” in it.
Shrink-wrap me into a cocoon and I’ll hatch into a Beedrill.
Quinn, you’re not hot garbage. You’re lukewarm recycling, okay?
Big sound flesh thing! I must investigate big sound flesh thing!
Wrap me in fabric and I’ll protect your squishies!
Beth: I ended up in a situation.
Greg: You came face to face with my penis.
B: Uhm... I came face to face with Mr. Lincoln.
G: And was he saying "What dat mouf do?"
B: Free the slaves?
Yes, the true mark of friendship: talking nonchalantly about genitals.
I’m just some incomprehensible cosmic horror... trapped in the body of an asthmatic 30 year old.