Going to the place where all the good snacks are: The Gas Station
Oh sorry I can’t right now. I’m imagining some things and worrying about them
Love the deli paper on the doctor’s table. Mmm I’m a sick little sandwich
End any argument with a baby by saying “Well, at least my arms are longer than my head.” YA GOT SMOKED, BABY
Please. My wife. She’s very sick.
