That toast seems surprisingly complacent about being so badly mishandled.
The maturity level around here... sigh.
I don't know if this is meta, The Matrix, or if I'm just having a stroke.
Because there would be no point in taking them after...
I feel like I need to write new captions for all of my old romance covers now.
I wish I was champion of the hot shot.
Whoopa isn't a word,though. Fuck. Anyways, click The Oatmeal
header; it'll tell you to stop being stupid.
As a bonus, here's Chandler Bing:
I'd be clapping all the damn time if that worked. YAY BUBBLES!
You want to know what's on that wall behind me?
Bookmarks, that's what!
So obviously, I'm stoked. Thanks Bookman, for being the most awesome used bookstore in all of Chilliwack!