These are their stories. Dun dun.
One sandwich with a heaping side of singledom, please.
I want you, I need you. Oh, baby, oh, baby.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the nastiest of them all?
Be still, my hollow muscular organ pumping blood throughout my body.
“We are not going to go back to the bad old days of ignorance and harassment, oppression and hiding who we are.”
Even pure gold needs to be questioned every now and then.
We all have a lot of TJ’s opinions.
Get ready for some serious spoilers.
I just want to sit on my couch and not talk.
Well, my heart just died from cuteness overload.
You know, so you have stuff to talk about on Monday.
Halloween needs to get here faster.
Totino’s + French affair = the Super Bowl, duh.
Hello there, Harryplax severus.
Don’t try this in your local elevator.