TOO MUCH INFORMATION! TOO MUCH INFORMATION!
An intelligent mold named Hugo lives in my clooset... make sure you don't disturb him.
There was, believe it or not, a mysterious burning smell in my apartment as I was reading this. I almost checked the closet.
I thought I smelled something funny...
Aww crap... Not the cosplay!
25? I think I only knew about half of those names.*sniff* *sniff* I smell the pungent aroma of melting plastic & burning fabric. I know my mom isn't cooking diner, so what could it be?
Thank you for breaking teh fourth wall with me!*flees from burning closet before pants catch fire*
If you can actually fit in MY closet -- let alone set fire to it -- you must be the size of a Chihuahua!
Oh no! Don't kill my rats!
What exactly were your parents doing with all of the Chinese hamsters?
Yowza! thats a lot of truth-telling you got here.I'm actually quite glad you are in my closet because now I don't feel like I'm talking to myself
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