Shit My Friends Say Pt. 1
Does my slingshot have limited ammunition?
The fondant man crashed through a goddamn wall.
They're speaking like... Simlish... but also vaguely more Russian.
I love the wet slapping sound of feet.
Are we about to experience the semening?
Oh boy, we get to look for his crushed corpse!
That feels like a threat now...
We're all just a bunch of moving blood sausages.
You might be able to bandage me with your dirty rot fingers, but you can't take away my french bread.
It's all of the skeedaddle skeedoodling.
I just want to stick a thumb in your soft spot.
Working hands are for working mans.
Bitch, I can't count a second.
If you have to say it's not for voodoo, it's probably for voodoo.
If you stop breathing for two seconds, I'm going for your eyeballs.
We should start fat shaming cats so they don't kill our babies.
I'm too confused to be joke.
It's basically like eating squirrel meat with a little McDonald's prize.
That's not gonna fly in the court of Portland.
That bunny took my money!
I can't imagine being a robosexual in the 1800s...
He just love cannoned all over my face.
Now my brain is unwrenchable.
It's relentlessly stupid.
You make me drier than the Sahara.
Asexual vore is just cannibalism.
You don't understand the lubricating properties of water.
That's not a date, that's a briefing.
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