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| Five seconds and I'm already scarred for life. That has to be a new record. |
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| Wow. The new football uniforms are really weird. |
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| I'd tell him to get off the table, but I don't think anyone here really cares. |
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| Crazy Town Gangsters. They're not like regular gangsters. |
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| "Uh...little help?" |
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| If that isn't the face of a man screaming for help with his eyes, than I don't know what is. |
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| Butt. |
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| "Guys...come on, dinner's ready....Guys, the food is getting cold!" |
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| "That's it! I'm eating by myself." |
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| Clapping It's fun. |
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| Crazy Brandon Flowers is sick of this fuckery. |
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| The truth behind the Easter Bunny. |
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| "We now switch live to the inside of Bjork's head." |
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| This is a three story clusterfuck of batshit. |
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| Are...are those pugs? Why pugs? Actually, why the hell am I even asking? |
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| He's looking at me like that because he knows even in that getup I still find him damn attractive. Stupid, sexy Flowers. |
















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