Don’t they have somewhere better to be at? Ugh…
Exploring forms in nature.
Still a better love story than Twilight.
The rabbits have it.
One boy enters a barbershop… again and again and again…
Childhood hero. Not his exact words though.
Innuendo in bollywood songs. Translation - “Scoot the cot closer, I feel cold.”
After a nuclear holocaust, this is all that will remain - cockroaches… Cockroaches and Nokia phones.
This was illustrated on a 3X2 inch piece of paper I found lying around. Recycle bitches!