skeksi:
yo son, lemme pay you moneys to be dis fresh at my house
skeksi:
this is a tattoo of a clown. that symbolizes street warfare.
skeksi:
if nobody will leave me comments on my journal entries, i dont really give a fuck ill just talk to myself.
skeksi:
really, it differs from real life in no significant way.
skeksi:
look at me i have 5 comments on my journal, sign me up for a pair of popularity pants
skeksi:
that kid stranglewar has 6 comments on his journal, im going to send him moneys
skeksi:
because honestly he seems like the kind of kid who would cut a diaper box in half, cover it in tin foil, and cut an eyehole in the front so he can do the robot for real
skeksi:
while drinking beer with hookers
skeksi:
i wanna be a fireman, except a fireman who carries a gun and shoots robots while reading classical literature
skeksi:
for money
skeksi:
i remind myself of navin johnson
skeksi:
fuck you
skeksi:
honestly though, ROBOT
olsen:
10 points. Now rabbit.

My bird will fly, but not away.

And did you know I might move to Chicago?
olsen:
Was that an order or a notice?
olsen:
Okay then, I'll just have my lawyer file the necessary paperwork.
olsen:
Thanks! I'm likable.

That might because of my boobs.
olsen:
Got two of them, in fact.

Now ribbit.
ilovemikehunt:
bling?
flux:
robum.
katie:
thanx for the offer but i think i have all his records. which one do you have?
the leek bros shit?