translation: [ Who is... traitor joe? What did he do? Whatās popping, you may ask? Why, itās my joints! Do you know how many bones the human body has? It has 206. We start with 369 as babies but then fuse. Wouldnāt you want to go back? Have as many bones as a baby? What if I could help you? The beach boys were right! It would be nice. Sigh. Another wooden ball... Would it kill the makers of avocados to include a different toy, like a mood ring or novelty eraser? Why must my feelings be ārationalā? Is it not enough to sit quietly in my Hawaiian shirt, deranged? Could we get a vibe check at the front register, please. Bro, I just posted cringe, hold me. Bro, you just posted cringe. You are going to gain my love? Kepchup. Ranibow Sprimkle. Spinch. Chincken Nuggest. My mattress is strapped to eight roombas and I leave all my doors open at night so the roombas can go where they want to. I wake up where they want me to be. I trust their decisions. I have the ability to speak to shrimps (shrimpathy). Unfortunately, this does not allow them to respond or understand what I am saying... Seagulls exist. Allegedly. Hey, you opened this can of eels. Now lay in it! ]


















