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| look at me everybody! im the king of bagel land, and i come to spread your land with butter and love, that will encase you all in its syrupy sack of joy! | |
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| i traded my goats for a large traditional icelandic fried goldfish. i will sell it to the children of your town for rediculously high prices, and then laugh at them when they grow fat with glee! | |
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| jesus frank, just shut the fuck up and ask her for the cup of sugar! | |
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| sorry....can i please borrow a cup of sugar? | |
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