TomMasz

To Satan, I presume.

Stop talking and eat your dinner, it’s getting warm.

Future technician trying to solve a problem by reading the machine log: What. The. Fuck?

Here’s my number, call me maybe?

They look stupid. And contagious.

Yes, I know who this is (and isn’t).

Carrots are sweet, just not peaches sweet. Also, they don’t taste remotely like peaches. But that’s not important now.

The “every day” really puts the icing on the cake.

Boy howdy, his rockets sure do blow up a lot, don’t they?

Serenity now. Serenity now! Serenity NOW!!!

Let’s be honest. Henry doesn’t have to ask.

This is what we all feared would happen.

They peaked. It’s all downhill from here.

I’m not that color, otherwise… yeah.

owww my (face) bones hurt a lot