Me: mmm, talk to me in an accent. H: Zoinks, like, there's a ghost! Let's get out of here Scoob! M: *swoons*
Let's just say that his backstreet went more than one direction.
Like outrageous, dark, funny whatever let's hear!
Because there is no point!
Disney spells.
What's blue, orange and lying at the bottom of a swimming pool? A baby with popped floaties.
Because he D-D-D-D-DROPPED THE BABY.
Im a fungi
There is no dirt in the hole!
A haunting license
With a bootooth
Fixed And I said, "Well, obviously *na-chos*." Get it It sounds like '*not yours*' with an accent.
