sorry..but not really (go back »)

and it's been awhile, because my entire team decides to fail alot. 

"W...wait! Stop running! You forgot your...oh never mind."
Well that was terrible. Now you all know why I was on hiatus. And look who is angry at me for disappearing.

No, not that ritard Grimace. He is stuck in the concrete furniture. And no one plans on helping him.

Yea, oh, I am so sorry. Like you are actually upset, you are probably contemplating how to keep a straight face watching Teletubbies.

Look, I despise Krod too, but I never EVER stare him straight in the eyes and blame him for stealing the hamburger meat. Besides, we all know who really stole the patties.

You, yes you, they are clearly all shoved in your right ass cheek pocket.

no, no, no, you are not black Superman or ethnic Spiderman, stop.

Why is Pelf all,"Woah, WOAH GUYS! I'm getting dizzy like a spinning McNugget!"
Yea no one is gonna help, queer. Also, stop mentioning food, I am hungry.

ANnnnnnnnnnnd I just lost my appetite. Jesus christmas, cover up with a paper bag, man!

Or do that. Though I doubt that is you...unless you become a black guy after hours.

When random shit like this happens, you just gotta laugh and let the acid trip begin.

Or you can pout and curl up into the fetal position, right douche bag?
To conclude, Andy Pettitte has hips.

which apparently makes Roidrage howl at the moon/ache in the crotch region.

How appropriate.