Peppa out here lookin like she did a eightball off the Chuck E. Cheese bathroom sink and cried through her mascara the whole ride home. And the box says HAND DECORATED. Hand. Somebody's actual hands did this, clocked out, and went home proud.
That's not a birthday cake, that's the cake you get at the party the day after dad's court date. Raspberry jam dribblin out her mouth like she bit through her own cheek. "No artificial colours." Yeah no shit, that black ain't food colouring, that's fryer grease.
I did twelve minutes at a 9 year old's birthday one time. If they'd served THIS cake I'd have got thirteen laughs instead of four, cause them kids would've already been traumatized and lookin for relief. Marcus says I should bring one to the open mic as a prop. I said Marcus I am not a prop comic. He said "not yet."
Your poop obsession really manifests itself in new interesting ways. Can you explain what you want to convey with that picture and what feelings you get when you look at it.
Your poop obsession really manifests itself in new interesting ways. Can you explain what you want to convey with that picture and what feelings you get when you look at it.
Your poop obsession really manifests itself in new interesting ways. Can you explain what you want to convey with that picture and what feelings you get when you look at it.
I don't know I thought it was just retarded.
I think it has a deeper meaning for you. If you don't want to write about your feelings about it, that's ok.