Now look what you've done.He thinks that hes a real dog
Your fail is my hate.
Your fail is my hate.
Did you get more arms?Nah, maybe im just crazy.
Spidey gets confused.
Batgirl? Here's the thingHow do I put this gently
It's cold. Wear a bra.
This strange artifactIs it friendly? What was that?
It smiled at me
An east wind comingIt will be cold and bitter
But it’s God’s own wind
A cleaner, better
land will lie in the sunshine
when the storm has cleared
This blessed clean smokeThis cleansing capnomancy
It will always be
A three pipe problemI beg you won’t speak Watson
for fifty minutes.
for fifty minutes.
The day is too tallIts too much for us to take
You are not alone
-or-
It'll be ok
I understand. I'm with you.
Everyone falls down
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