Seriously! A Bunch of Nuts! That reminds me, has anyone seen my lithium? I’m feeling like setting the neighbor’s dog on fire again.
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Seriously! A Bunch of Nuts! That reminds me, has anyone seen my lithium? I’m feeling like setting the neighbor’s dog on fire again.
When dolphins and porpoises mingle, things don’t usually stay PG for long.
Worst. Internship. Ever.
When I said I wanted to listen to The Monkeys, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I’ll be taking the last trian to grossville.
From the submitter: Apparently, the nipple-knob monkey radio with antenna tail and attached monkey baby was quite the hot item back in the day.
The only known cure for sorcery is cuddling.
I didn’t realize that the Last Supper had adorableness on the menu.
I’m pretty sure this type of “monkey business” is illegal in almost every state.
That smile doesn’t sit well with me.
But no roaches. Seriously, those things freak me out.
Bacon milkshake?
