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no he is right. only half of the mouth is laughing. this is so fucking weird. who do we call? what do we do? are there any admins online? someone fucking help us. this is fucking insane. should I call 911? should i call the interwebs wizard to make it all go away? maybe the pope could help us out by providing us with toast and motor oil in such a way that our rectums begin to spontaneously combust under the immense gravitational pull of the nearest neutron star located in Salt Lake City.
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