Hot dog. In the middle of these muffins. I ain't even lying.
You know those gosh-darned toy machines in restaurants where there's like a CLAW, and you put in 10 hundred million dollars and the claw like, half way wakes up, and then jankily wavers over the toys and then BARELY TOUCHES any toy, then recoils back to its evil, sleepy corner in the big glass cage?
I always wanted to bash those things in.
But now, I don't have to. Know why? Beca... Read More ›
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