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“Can you imagine the Pinterest styles if girls had beards?” -- Tired Toaster Crumbs
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“Nice ankles. If this were Victorian England you’d be a slut.” Doggleganger
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“I don’t understand the sexual appeal of handkerchiefs. They’re snot rags.” --Tired Toaster Crumbs
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“I was trying to sound drunk so you’d understand me.” --Tres Leeches
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-”Do you have an overactive conscience?” --Tres Leeches
-”Yes! There’s nothing to steal!” --Doggleganger
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“My birthday is the 21st! Not the 19th. I was wrong!” --Doggleganger
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-”Is that a catfish with dentures?” --Tres Leeches
-”Yes. Yes it is. i have absolutely no regrets.” --Tired Toaster Crumbs
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-“We’re waiting to see if my uncle is brain dead or not.” --Tres Leeches
-”Any news yet?” --Doggleganger
-”Not yet.” --Tres Leeches
-”Well no news is good news! It’s like Schrodinger’s cat! You never know if it’s alive or dead until you open the box! Wait. NOOOOOOO.” --Doggleganger
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-”Don’t poke her with a French fry!” --Tres Leeches
-I was only thinking about it!” --Doggleganger
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“Did you just sarcastically jazz hands?” --Nocturnal Little Drummer Boy
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“I have a great aunt who’s still alive! I think. We’re not sure.” --Doggleganger
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“Your beard is allergic to hamster bedding?” --Doggleganger
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