I must be PMSing, 'cause I'm eating EVERYTHING in sight.
PMS is turning vw into a toddler.
vw,
Don't eat the rocks.
Love,
Your colon
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I must be PMSing, 'cause I'm eating EVERYTHING in sight.
PMS is turning vw into a toddler.
vw,
Don't eat the rocks.
Love,
Your colon
So, um, just think of them as two more cute kids
t gloat
I got to see them yesterday.
They are in fact very cute kids.
t /gloat
is uneaten
I'm still betting you taste like chicken.
But what enquiring Buffistas really want to know is:
Who tastes more like chicken? You or Toto? I think vw is wrong not to help us find out.
Gloatycakes are unbecoming...
Mmm cake.
Uh-oh. The yawns have staged a sneak-attack. Help!
Hey Perkins!
I have lunch now.
Who tastes more like chicken? You or Toto?
For some reason, I am now earwormed with "Great taste! Less filling! Great taste! Less filling!"
(Yes, completely unrelated comments are able to earworm me with beer commercials from 15 years ago. I have so many hidden talents.)
Christopher is reading Peter Pan, (a Disneyized version of Barrie's classic) and setting it to music as he reads. I think he favors jazz.
What the holy helmet are we going to do with this kid when he's 10?