Sexy Banana Buddies FTW!
ppppppppfeiufiofuiorjfadkfbnjkdflaosigjbkghuiafjkldjnbaghkdWario has been permanently destroyed. We can never play as Wario again, ever.
You cannot firmly grasp the true form of Squidward's technique!OTL.
"Doki Doki Lit. Club" is a happy game where nothing bad happens. seriously tho? not for the faint of heart.This city shall worship cats, and at the center will be the sacred Cow of Rao.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.OCRAM DIES.
Welcome to my special hell.The Austrian cakes will get you through life!
ppppppppfeiufiofuiorjfadkfbnjkdflaosigjbkghuiafjkldjnbaghkdYeah, spoiler alert: The Elephant Dies.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.It's probably nothing, but if he does it again and a can of soda pops out of his ass, CALL ME!
Forward, boys! For God's sake, forward!What's goin on over heeeerrre???
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed.But seriously, Buttnipples.
In loving memory of that plot arc that we spent nearly a year on. Now our sun may never set.Hmm...
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha noDental mirror.
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed.This is Dynamo. The clumsy auto-evil machine.
...eheh"MADNESS? THIS. IS. DUCK!"
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A square yellow sponge livl0s Steve builds a wind
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed.Orpheus plushies.
"Doki Doki Lit. Club" is a happy game where nothing bad happens. seriously tho? not for the faint of heart.Yeah, that's right. I get sex. I get many sex with that man over there.
SHAMWOW IS NOT OXYCLEAN. A DOG IS NOT A BROTHER...A happy meal? ...Perhaps a toy?
I'm in your fanfiction, correcting your spelling.Does your cat man?
.She's not my friend anymore, she's so annoying and mean.
A pretty picture.
For duty, duty, must be done, the rule applies to everyone;She doesn't have mouth-ladder, does she? I seriously hope she doesn't have a clinical case of mouth-ladder.
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed.Yea, I heard the only cure for that was stuck in some dwarf cave.
The Bessemer Process.
"You can't swallow what I'm thinking!!"
And I have squirrel feet.
Got a degree in Emotional trauma via fictional characters aka creative writing. hosting S'mores party in Hell for fellow (evil) writers