When five year olds have a phone
Who are you gonna call?
Barney?!
look at this precious thing
fucking look at it
and then you look to the apparent dead body in the back
When good bunnies go bad.
its eating him
Well, if official. I’m not at all popular and I never will be. No one likes me. No boys will talk to me, no boy will ever love me. I’m just gonna have to accept the fact that I will die alone and never have any romance in my life. Ever.
Weel. There’s a guy here, (i.e. me) who would like to talk to you, to find out about you, to get to know you, like you, care about you; so, talk to me.
They see me rollin’ …. they stealin’
It’s a disguise. Moment some punk ass kid steals a candy bar, he leaps off that, rips off his fat suit, and charges that fucker



