I think Dave got a job writing Popsicle riddles.
HELP AND REBLOG PLEASE.
if you do one thing today, fucking reblog this. You could be the reason for someone surviving. It takes seconds. Do it.
My poor legs.
I’m not normally a pervert, buuuuuuuuuuuut…
what are you trying to say punk?
I was trying to make a joke… obviously, my attempt at humor failed miserably. /ollies outie (Also, that’s the first time I’ve ever been called punk. I don’t know how I feel about it.)
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
Because I’m awesome, I took the domain name “Enriched Macaroni Product”.
Why? I don’t know. But I am really enchanted by that phrase now. “Enriched Macaroni Product”. It has a magical, cheesy ring to it. That, and it’s one thirty in the flipping morning and I don’t know why I can’t get to sleep.
I might use it as an art blog. I have a lot of art I’d like to post. That’s what might happen to it.






