Cracker!
I am one year old.
My diaper is on the floor.
I sit in a warm brown pile.
Mmmmmm, cracker!
I am one year old.
My diaper is on the floor.
I sit in a warm brown pile.
Mmmmmm, cracker!
A mighty app
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readers eyes bleed
someone stop me
Bob, your hair is so inspiring;
Your friendly little fan brush so...friendly;
Your happy little trees so...happy.
We are all glad that happy little trees cover a multitude of sins.
We are glad we don't ever make mistakes, just happy little accidents.
We are glad that any way we want it to be is just right.
We are glad we can do anything because it's our happy little world.
Well, the little clock on the wall says we're just about out of time. Happy Painting and God bless.
Why do you hate us so?
Dowaito?
Was it the chili?
Dowaito?
Was is the rkarma?
Dowaito?
Was it the time traveling lizard?
Dowaito?
Why do you hate us so?
Clock is ticking.
Stapler. Ouch!
Pinata. Ouch!
Another Stapler. Ouch!
Copy machine. Ouch!
Office chair...no action.
Time running low.
Hairspray...no action.
Lighter. Hairspray. Ouch!
Co-worker. Ouch!
Scissors. Ouch!
Fall to the floor.
Blood pool. I win!
Oh you look so good!
The light seems to roll over each sause covered bean.
Oh you look so good!
Ketchup oozing out both sides mixing with your wonderful chili.
Oh you look so good!
Acid indigestion.
You don't look quite so good.
Gaseous stomach.
You look worse.
Heartburn. Nausea. Pain.
You bad bad chili dog.
When tomorrow comes I will want you again.
Why, O why do you torment me so?
Because...
Oh you look so good!
