The masculine urge to slap an amogus sticker on everything you hold dear.

I can thrive is suprisingly low temperatures.

I've been found-fotage for as long as you've known me.

Fimmer, the god complex of my left hand

ohhhh you are so easy to yell at

Whats it like being concept art?
Yeah, that's what i thought.

Proximity Stench: The Videogame

The masculine urge to tap on the glass that seperates the costco deli workers and me to get their attention and say "Mom! Mom! it's looking at me!" like an excited little boy at the zoo

the stinkiest holiday is St patties day, thats when i bust out the kimchi

if i walked into Panda Express pretending would you even know?