

I don’t wanna be buried… in a pet… cematary…


I don’t wanna be buried… in a pet… cematary…

Actual consumption.
With like a fork.

Well… there is one way…
As long as your heart is true then you should have no problem getting to the Southern Oracle (laundry room).
“What’s up?”
Not enough cheezeburgur in your commits.
“Lady”, but I say it like Moe Sizlack talking to the Listen Lady.


Worked for Subaru…


Alive and well, and with a look that says, “Using me for internet clout again?”
Give that fluffnugget some compensation snacks.


His eyepatch looks a little loose.
Cats have an understanding of comfort that will forever be beyond human comprehension.
“But I want an evil Tiefling…”
Fine… pick a Decepticon.
Incorrect. Cat is fifth phase of matter.
While we’re at it, myrrh was a fragrant resin used in all sorts of applications, not just for embalming.
Just a head full of marbles right there.