Why am I on here at 5 in the morning.
Like that Titanic movie or the Chicago Bulls back when they were good at the sport it is they play.
Webster concurs with what's happening in here.
B for Mutton.
That sounds worse than that time I woke up to find that my socks had slipped themselves onto my feet during the night. Much worse, since I didn't actually find that experience too unpleasant.
How do you know who that is!? How do I know who that is!?
Goo sticks just like glue.
I paid a bunch of strangers to give you a round of applause because you're so willing for adventure.
I know a secret or two about goo.
Wanna go to space camp with me? :aimsurp:
