Just a moth? I think not, sir. The dusty oily stuff from his wings got all over as he was splashing around and it ruined a perfectly good gin and tonic. I'm not going to drink that trout.
Just a moth? I think not, sir. The dusty oily stuff from his wings got all over as he was splashing around and it ruined a perfectly good gin and tonic. I'm not going to drink that trout.
You people are weak.
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WE ARE SO MATURE HERE ON EYES ON FINAL FANTASY
Eyes on Golden Fantasies.
If not finishing my drink because it has now turned to mothjuice makes me a pussy, I am fine with that. You, lady, are gross if you would finish it.
I can assure you no jobs that Pontus is involved in are golden.
Stop teasing me about my factory job
He builds them. In the factory.
Brown marmorated stink bug - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
come home, see sixty stuck to your window and another twenty flying around outside. yep, it's western pennsylvania.
If I walked into a room and found a goddamn scorpion standing in the centre like he owned the place, I would react in a way similar to Shiny's sig, except with considerably less style and infinitely more screaming like a girl.
Then I would kill it. DEAD.