Missed the queue.
Danks for da boiga, Bob.
A child’s diabolical plan to kill his mother.
A taste of the Titanic, circa April 14, 1912.
Will need a large yard, preferably a castle with a princess.
Burn them all…
The matrix, etc.
I can hear her in traffic court already…
Teaching people how to use electricity.
Just a couple of cup cakes.
Hello aqua moose.
*Political tweeting intensifies*
For the cats.
Kittens need komfort, also.
Mr. Poop coming in hot.