“Every time I see a Koosh ball, I’m like, oh! a Koosh ball! Then I pick it up.”
#nostalgia glut in two moves
Seriously, let me design you a mascot. This fine fellow could be put to work endorsing your product or service today. Gynomastia surgery, hormone compounds to reduce or induce gynomastia, lactation equipment and accessories, ritualized breast containers or “titboxes”; the imagination careens between eurekas. Look, he’s not even doing anything right now. The puppy I’ll throw in for free. You can have him. See how cute? Put him to work! He wants to work!
how about now?
get out of here, visible universe
the little man on the other end
Jason’s bread curtain is ruined. Sure, he’ll be able toast whatever’s left over but, still. I mean, he can’t even find a fucking power source for the fucking toaster that he fucking carried all the way fucking here. This is just… it’s whatever. Whatever. Oh my god. Just don’t talk to Jason right now, okay?
life is hard work