She came running in from the kitchen and stood right in front of me.
"Timmy, can I have your eyeballs."
"Which eyeballs, these eyeballs?" I asked as I pointed towards my sockets, "Or the ones on the frig?"
"The ones on the frig."
"Certainly."
Later, I walked out into the kitchen and saw this.
draftttttttttttWet Naps at The Regal Beagle…
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*Okay*
*maybe *
*I’m stupid *
*or **maybe **I’m just stupid*
*But I bet you a million dollars *
*that I'm *
*totally *
*stupid*
*or at the leas...
3 days ago
1 comment:
I regret not seeing it with a beard and eyebrows
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