Gent! Where are you? It happened. The robot is wearing a helmet. And it says ROBOT on it.
Happy days are here again.
“I was a victim, so I get to do anything I want.”
No wonder people are scrambling over themselves to get that oh-so coveted “victim” status.
To think that we would reach a point where people aspire to be a victim.
It’s disgusting.
He’s hurt from the bad pun. I know the feeling.
Yes, especially because Rip, er, ripped Noseless-face’s nose himself. I mean, Axe. Noseless axe. I mean, Face.
Look, nevermind. Rip is a jerk, and that’s that.
Well, I never said Heathcliff was smart. He hangs around with Jimmy, after all.
Heathcliff asked for them to be placed on top of the pizza AFTER it was done.
It’s the only way it makes sense.
Like you’d put a slice of cheese on a piece of toast, and let the heat from the bread melt it.
Honestly, you’re no gourmay.
Then it wouldn’t be mud pie, would it?
Honestly.
What do you think this is, stone soup?
Wgging TAIL, zoomies and long naps, describes my cat to a T. Or C, I dunno.
She half fetches, too. And always comes when I call her.
She also digs holes, but that’s for hiding her waste.
It’s a tie, but keep trying.
Funky, that’s the word.
Gent! Where are you? It happened. The robot is wearing a helmet. And it says ROBOT on it.
Happy days are here again.