I will let you in on a little secret…

I will let you in on a little secret...

Are we the baddies…?

RIP In Peace, god fearing young man.

I’ll take two, please.

A rooster wrote this.

Can you feel it?

*goes postal*

No woman, no cry.

Let’s not get carried away, birb.

And you’d like me to think of you as some sort of doctor…?

We already have a Peter, Pete…

Intense cosplay.

Star Wars knew…

WW1 facial reconstruction, circa 1916.

I should really stop picking my knose.