Oh! You! Are! Such! A! CUTE! Little! Fuzzy! Wuzzy! But. That. Was. A. PRADA. Handbag. You. Pooped. In.
After centuries of it’s blossoms being stolen, the rose began to produce nothing but coil after coil of thorns.
You simply don’t have the skills we require. I mean, really, you can’t even shoot lasers out of your ass. Very disappointing, overall.
For catching the bus.
Well, yes, she broke your heart. But really, you should have seen it coming from the very first moment you met her, and saw what she was drinking.
The Phantom Finger-Snapper prowls the living rooms and offices of the land, hunting down those who Cannot. Stop. Tapping.
So you sit there, with your pointy elbows at ribcage height, crinkling and fussing and flicking. You’d be the very first one to harumpf about the gormless guy with no chin listening to his headphones too loud, or the gaggle of silly girls playing with their ring-tones, without seeing your own anti-social behaviour is just as annoying.
And then you skip past Dilbert! What is wrong with you?!
Tentacle Head has an unfair advantage in the office. Instead of just having two hands to complete his work he also has…a tentacle…
Her real name is Susie, but everyone associates her with the sound of her monsterous crab hands tapping and snapping at the keyboard all day long.