Stands by him and eats pancakes.
There he goes– leaning over and stealing an entire hotcake and sucking it into the abyss of his gullet.
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Stands by him and eats pancakes.
There he goes– leaning over and stealing an entire hotcake and sucking it into the abyss of his gullet.
(@redhucd || STARTER CALL)
“I WAS HERE first, go find some other
ROCK to conquer!”
eminem is my shit hello hi he's like my favorite artist ever i would love to read this one day
[ i love eminem, too! he’s starting to surpass a perfect circle, which used to be my favorite band.
my essay is about his childhood, his introduction to rap and how he grew into the industry and his battle with his drug addiction.
after that, it’s his mother’s opinion on him( as said from “my son marshall, my son eminem ), and kim’s opinion on him.
i wanted to add his children’s opinion on him, but i couldn’t really find much on them at all.
but yeah, i love eminem. my dad’s gone crazy, 8 mile, and till i collapse are my favorite songs by him. rap god ain’t that bad, either. ]
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“So I think the navigator with the crooked antenna is stealing snacks again because we’re ALLLL out of curly puffs. I’m leaning towards public execution. I mean thats unforgivable! Totally!”
KNOCKS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD W/ HIS GAUNTLET.
And there it goes, falling in pure, cinematic, heart- breaking slow motion. The pristine imagery of a buttery, round, succulent donut, all but clambering to the ground, rolling unceremoniously down the steps and across the floor, smattering icing against brushed, cold metal, now christened with the Irken’s monarch’s large crocodile tears.
“WAAAAAAAAUGH! YOU BIG JERK!”