Intensive mourning make-up routine much?
Lady, your husband is going to eat your face!
You can’t handle the truth!
I pout like little boy because my son has the good sense not to want me as a parent.
Bathtub of blood is nothing to worry about. Ignore, ignore, ignore.
Fuck the vampire invasion! We’re outie! Rats drop mic and leave.
My junk fell off. Should I be worried?
Tongue-Fu secret attack ENGAGE. Or, is that a giant worm in your mouth or are you just happy to see me?
Is it murder yet?