nobody cares who would win in a crazy fantasy fist-fight anne frank and lizzie borden
I make this thread a lot. Let's discuss the greatest cartoon of the past decade and count down the next few months until season five starts.
On your metal wings, astride.
With your glistening extra parts, you glide.
It's just you and I up here.
Santa got it wrong with his eight reindeer.
I'm butter-gliding.
No more hiding things that are wonderful.
I'm butter-crying to be heard over petty jealousy.
Let's make love, butter-glider. Let's find a way to grind.
And all our hot butter babies will fly to the moon.