Unbaaaahaahaalievable. Get it? Like a lamb? Baaah-ing? No? Let’s move on? Nothing to see here? Fiiiine, for bleat’s sake! BURN. I really want you to make this. I don’t ask for much, now do I? Other than wanting you to make every single thing I post. . . . and laughter. . . . […]
Red rover, red rover, send my entire head over. Don’t tell me you’re surprised to see more pasta today. You were warned. And it doesn’t stop tomorrow either. Hi, this girl has eeeesssseeews. That would be issues, MOM. Okay, let me ask you something. You, my friends. Not my mom. Well, my mom too if […]
Bev’rly had a little lamb meatball gyro, little lamb meatball gyro, little lamb meatball gyro. Bev’rly had a little lamb meatball gyro, its meats delight, hey-ohhhh. Shall I continue the rhyme? Because I know you like it so. Eh, I guess I won’t today. I’ll just get straight to the-EEEVERYWHERE that Bev’rly went, Bev’rly went, […]
