

ITT: I’ve found home. Y’all are my peeps.
ITT: I’ve found home. Y’all are my peeps.
Unless you grab the wrong loaf… chilly surprise!
They MIGHT also be three raccoons in a trenchcoat. I dunno.
Edit: Nevermind. With their attitude on display, it’s obviously three chihuahuas in a muumuu.
“We” who? You and… the mouse in your pocket? I know I’m certainly not included in that “we.”
Prime example of the “humanity” I’ve come to love and respect in my fellow “man.”
“/s?”. Believe it or not, HAMAS.
He’s Deon Sanders’ kid. Nuff said for me.
When you get tapped along, it’ll make your covfefe hamberders yippy.
I heard it wasn’t his ability on the field, it’s that nobody wants fucking Primetime Jr on their team.
Nah. He’s “just some schmuck.” TURNIP HAS SPOKEN.
Wow! This is amazing! This garden vegetable is talking! I mean, it’s completely wrong, but god damn! Talking veggies!
“Who the fffuch’re yoo, Bro?! Thish ish MY fucheen offish, BRO!”
For the Watch.
You win the Internet today.
Ugh. That shit is so frustrating.
You do you, but I’ll continue to shit ON Arizona. Like it deserves.
What did your elvish eyes read…?
More of an Alliance thing, really.