Hey babies, towel, hog hog towel with jam band ma'am. Get up on the roof. Inside. Inside. Dog dial rough stuff to mantis panties. Jump, jump, jump. No eggs.
Muff unit stank a doughnut for peace triple. Bulk popping? Yeah I pop a bulk. Pop that bulk on Dixie time. Should a cape ding a bunk for real? For real. Serpent moves into monkey moves. We got this, wizard bro.
It is insane these tucked babies. So tucked. So babies.
Sly gambino eggs a nook. Princess Porker ducks. She ducks. He ducks. Great.
Fart moves. More fart moves. Another serpent move.
Upside down letter M.
Garbage mom dines in style. Hello Tiesto, thanks for dog dial.
Babies tucked in a towel. Jump, jump, jump. My head is a baby.
Open a door go inside an egg. Hog hog egg babies. Sun J J J forward.
Grampcias. Helicopter moves.
The perfect addition to my living room. The hardy resin exterior is fantastic, because I can just hose it down to remove all the raccoon dung that tends to accumulate.
Now with the sun and the warmth and the generally pleasant atmosphere, you can no longer blame the weather for why you've spent the last sixteen hours sitting inside. You'll need to stay on your toes if you want to stay in your chair.
There's a new Tony Hawk game in town, and it has projectiles. ...?
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