It used to be a cumquat.
It used to be a cumquat.
We learned our lesson with the Grapefruit.
“Oh, a text from future me? Let’s see what it says…”
“FM: Ninja assassins are after you. You know what you must do.”
shuts off phone nods solemnly “Set myself on fire.”
Isn’t he cheering in that scene?
Unless you’re the ontological projection of communism, you’re at least two of those things.
Careful. That sounds like dweeb talk.
And its all Teams.
Yay!
Aughra.
Not putting your shopping carts back.
Open up new area for increased storage.
Bear.
That’s not ectoplasm on that guy’s screen…
So the detective knew they internal affairs all along?
No, this is about the Firestone… huh…
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Son of a bitch…
No. Because I have a 1997 Toyota Tercel.
Gotta love an orange cat named after food.
Oh Australian Election Season… you so crazy.
Fahrenheit is cooler name than Celsius.