ur mom hands u a glass of orange juice. u take a sip. its not orange juice. its stirred egg yolks. u spit them all out. u ask ur mom why. she turns around. its not ur mom. its me. ur mom is gone. im ur mother now
these old spice commercials have been getting really crazy lately
please get me these pants, because i want pepe the frog to carry the weight of my fucking sins, as if he were some kind of peasant i hired so my royal feet needn’t touch the ground
ifesbob 