Ellen because I love her and I’ve been trying to meet her forever.
This was in response to Andrew holding my full pee jar over my face and threatening to tip it bc I beat him in FIFA.
It’s called the atrophied arm can’t lift up my phone angle.
I could destroy any number of duck sized anything. A horse sized duck though…
Or what about a dick sized duck?
Absopootly. I’m working on it as we speak!
THANK YOU THANK YOU! I GUARANTEE I AM MORE EXCITED!!!
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Once every like 3 days my cat realizes her tail exists and everything in her universe goes to shit for about an hour as she tries to catch it.
We need to make this happen like tomorrow.
Thank you. I love you more.
The process by which a feeding tube can be inserted into my nose, swallowed into my stomach, and then hooked to a machine that pumps me full of life-saving calorie juice while I sleep is Disney-Land-level magical when you really think about it.