tiny engines of pure joy

Built for speed

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

Don’t tell me what to do

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

“See you never”

I’m right behind you… literally and metaphorically

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

I trust the red crayon more than the link

Me after eating one spicy chip

Just let me buy my shoes

2007 was five years ago

Proof that honey doesn’t come from a butt

You are the sidewalk and she is the star

Stoic on the top, Cynic on the bottom

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