

Pope: In the name of the father, the son, and the (sky blackens with missiles) HOLY CRAP!!!


Pope: In the name of the father, the son, and the (sky blackens with missiles) HOLY CRAP!!!


We’re invading…(throws dart) TANZANIA.
Indiana Jones vs. The Physicists
It’s like Pokemon. Baguette, Bagetto, BAG.
Look printer…we ain’t gettin any younger. Let’s just give in already.
(Saxophone music)
We need better pay for our teachers.
This may cause Claude to rise up against us…or really enjoy it and then I need to get all weird with it.
I messed up the Goth girlfriend questionnaire and now she’s sacking Rome.


(Me coming across a green light) WHAT!? Shrek???
Cartoonist: Gonna add a thong there…why not? Who’s gonna stop me?


And then the lord saw the bunny, for it stole the eggs of the Romans and hid them in the yards of Jerusalem. Hippitus hoppitus.
Pizza bestellen, sich einen runterholen, auf der Couch pennen.
Ma always said that Balrogs have toothaches, and that’s why they’re so darn grumpy all the time.
Oops! I am such a messy boy. I sure hope I don’t get what I deserve!


CONTACT LEFT! :3
Erwähne diesem Bauern gegenüber nichts von dem Pesto mit den Tupfen!
It’s raining bullshit tonight
Ungovernable decapods.