don't get palalalalalalalelagram with me missy!

I'm feeling rhombus.

ooooobtuse. Also hi~

I sleep in my clothes... I'm a squuuuuuare.

Psh pants are for squares.

exactly? how can he have troubles if he forgets em. =p

he sat on his tail but he never looked upset about it... He would just bounce off eventually.

Well it would be kinda weird to have like a pogo stick coming out from your tucas, I mean sure pogosticks are cool and all... But dude isn't that kinda hard to sit with?

I'll be tigger AKA neighborhood douche that pritty much breaks all the things with reckless abandon.

Except six feet tall... >W> OH D-d-d-dear how did I get up so high! I'm afraid of heights. =p

I don't like honey. I'm no poo bear. ;<

You can have the honey. *pushes it fawkesy's way*

We must fight the sickness with the juices of the oranges. Stay strong comrade.

pervy fawks

I hate being sick... keep waking up and nodding off, make up yo mind brain! D;

it's getting redone for ff 2 the ffening.

well why did we take out the potato's in the first place, that sounds inefficient.

what are we filling the tater skins with?

choclate chip chips.

basement kittens?

fleshy evil of fleshy evilness inwhich all the worlds evil spawn from. like kittens. just a bunch of kittens spawning from your pores.