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#2
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Oh shut up,Poo-Puff-Muff.
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#3
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Look... you're not the gawky girl who is always picked last for the team and who keeps a diary complete with cutouts from bridal magazines pasted over pictures of her yappy little dogs who her parents wish would die already cause they stopped being cute after about a week.
^^^^ MuffInTexas. |
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You're not the Jew-fro'd redhead dangly-spider armed kid who no one will eat lunch with and who smells like a combination of egg salad, Bernsteins vinagrette and 3 days old vomit.
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You're not the weird fat lady who lives up the hill in the house with newspapers littering the driveway and too many cats... with the funny smell that gets even worse when the kids throw eggs at it on halloween or TP before they climb and adorn the trees with tampons if there's a chance of rain on that one night when they're sorta allowed to be little mosters.
^^^^ Muff-O-Muff. |
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You are Morty for God sake.
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