Stick with me man... We'll go places. Peace. Hmath out.
Your head.
It doesn't make sense, he and all his friends are always stuck in second gear
An alcoholic.
Friends.
Me: "Going on twitter to hang out." H: "Twitter is an app, not a place." Me: *whispers venomously* "Is too a place!!"
A: An inj-oink-tion.
A deviled egg. Hmath out.
He heard that you have to stamp letters or the post office won't send them.
We're not crime-fighting crusaders. We're buying stamps.
An envelope!
Because blackmail is illegal.
Imagines using 'the force' to steal everyone's cats and building a cat army To keep the peace
