It's too late to turn the train around, lets have an app-a-ball spitz-ee.
Yearnposting clowncore for the jizz-truthers and clam overlords.
I wish it was 250 million years in the future, cause that's our extinction day.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
We're Tabs Now Haven't We: Volume One
Sequels and Updates
Cliffs Notes for the shaming.
Preoccupation? That's the thing you think about before work.
Did someone say "sports"?!
CUERPOS NO HUMANOS. Ma-ma-se, ma-ma-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa.
An unusually high percentage of Al[l]ison-based content today.
Well ah don't, ah say, ah don’t give a hoot about a rocket tah’ Mahhs, boy.
