
Wait… How does a ghost have a tongue?
Wait… How does a ghost have a tongue?
I spent a while today searching around my room for an earring because I was worried that my cat ate it. It turns out that she just flicked it off my night table in such a was as to get it wedged between my mattress and box spring.
Cats are jerks.
Someone go find the thing that I’m allergic to and murder it.
This bunny has been sitting at its computer for too long.
It just mills about during the day, a totally aimless individual.
With a star like this, we can’t lose!