Me: so what’s up are you still in a blood feud with that boy
Hook: he’s not — we’ve been over this, he doesn’t age. I think he’s older than me
Me: I’m just fucking with you how’s Smee
Me: so what’s up are you still in a blood feud with that boy
Hook: he’s not — we’ve been over this, he doesn’t age. I think he’s older than me
Me: I’m just fucking with you how’s Smee
(sees can of pizza-flavored pringles)
Me: Those mad geniuses. They did it. The taste of pizza and pringles together at last
(sees can of pizza-flavored pringles)
Me: Those mad geniuses. They did it. The taste of pizza and pringles together at last
RFK: [makes sounds like a rusty 1992 ge gas dryer full of drywall screws with a belt mere minutes from failure]
NUZZI: what’s the matter baby. did your drink go down the wrong way
RFK: [makes sounds like a rusty 1992 ge gas dryer full of drywall screws with a belt mere minutes from failure]
NUZZI: what’s the matter baby. did your drink go down the wrong way
oreos with bits of
of oreos. in them
Real Bits of Oreos
I'M LISTENING TO
THE HONEYED LIES
OF MY TREACHEROUS VIZIER
I'M LISTENING TO
THE HONEYED LIES
OF MY TREACHEROUS VIZIER