“Oh, it’s black.” —Kirsten, friend (from life)
when I was a kid,
I dreamed that I had the ability to hover. Not fly, but hover.
“Go to the woods. Talk to the trees, make friends with them.” —Bob Ross
“Don’t call me gordita, pendejo!” —Guadalupe Escobar, Stand and Deliver
- Shelby: What about babies, though?
- Mr. McDonnell: What about babies?
- Shelby: Babies grow UP!
ur cyoot. Shall we dance?
it’s Dancey-Dance time!
I appreciate your strategically placed bacon and adorable sleeping piggy pictures. YOU SICK FUCK. mmmm bacon.
I AM GLAD THAT YOU NOTICED THIS. hi5’s upon our next reunion.
Bears, beets, Battlestar Galactica.
My favorite topic of discussion is poop. Do I have a problem?
Poop is the stuff. Poop is where it’s at.
“Oh, that would make a nice place to fish. I like fishing, but I’m not a very good fisherman. I always throw the fish back into the water, just put a band-aid on his mouth, tap him on the patootie and let him on his way. And maybe some day, if I’m lucky, I’ll get to catch him again.” —Bob Ross, The Joy of Painting