Sorry about that, little fellow.
We’re watching you, bullies.
Big Brother doesn’t love you, and he won’t forgive without a fight.
but it rhymes with stinky.
So much for those big bug eyes.
Burning, boiling, scalding, sweltering hot.
Because the world isn’t all paladins and power tools.
What are you going to call her?
When did we lose our minds?
Brick wall didn’t notice.
Sitting there, shaking your head, won’t solve the problem.
Let’s get this over with.