I may actually stand a chance at winning now. Never knew how people could build everything while I'm still harvesting farts just to build a barracks.

But all this time I've been working for assholes I was told was character building.

Found a sock under my bed that looked like that once.

THE TASTE OF HIS GUN-METAL CHAPSTICK

I had hot pink once. With some white and a bit of black.

Live fast, die young, and leave a big, stinkin' corpse.

Shame, they coulda been the next White Stripes.

What's this guy's threat detection level?

So much pent up sexual tension in you. You need coitus.

And I Say Butt Animations Haven't Gone Too Far Enough.

My eyes are telling me it's ham, but the tastebuds that are being peeked are firing all confused because of all the sweetness that's going on with these. The fruit flavours... the golden cookies... My brain wants this to taste like a cold cut on a cracker, as if to wash away what I can only imagine is a wretched,…

I mean, I don't want to advocate, it's just your classic what's-it paradox, you know, train tracks, baby, switch, team of construction workers.

Does he look like he's actually scaring himself for once in this pic?

I was scanning for the words "subscription" or "free".

Bailiff. Easy. He wants to die.

I get pissy when my bloodsugar is low, too.

I mean, the part where I said I'm working on my own initiated campaign to show I care enough about women to do my part against rape, surely, that would be seen as a deviation from a supposed script a troll would use, no? If only you weren't so undeservedly standing on such a shaky soapbox. You're being so…

God, you're the sperm who made it, eh?

It's not that I actually know if your tits are wonky, it's just that two can play this game of pretending to know the other person. I maintain that there is nothing a one-piece can hide on a fat woman that the world doesn't already know is there. And that nothing has stopped fat women from wearing whatever the hell…