2007 was five years ago

I trust the red crayon more than the link

I’m right behind you… literally and metaphorically

Stoic on the top, Cynic on the bottom

He’s not sorry, and he will do it again

You are the sidewalk and she is the star

Just let me buy my shoes

“See you never”

Where is the bathroom?… Third left, fourth secret door

Me after eating one spicy chip

Proof that honey doesn’t come from a butt

It’s not a meal, it’s a medical intervention

Don’t tell me what to do

Built for speed

tiny engines of pure joy