Mary’s starting to grate on my nerves, so BAM, she’s now an artist. That’s a positive trait, right? Meanwhile, Billie dares to imagine Danny in seasonally-appropriate attire, according to Satan’s wishes.
Billie-ese is a language that doesn’t have many words, and about half of them mean some form of alcohol.
Malaya would fight Billie to the death for the honor of being able to “use” that car. Well, she might if she weren’t like 8 years old or something right now. And even so, Ultra Car would tell her to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It is apparently Ultra Car’s eternal punishment to be surrounded by dumb gross horny jerks, whether she’s yet sentient or not.
“Danny wouldn’t succumb to such sexual temptations, would he? He’s DANNY, after all. He got mad when hot girls crowded him in his bedroom.”
Little town It’s a quiet village Every day like the one before Little town Full of little people Waking up to say… FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
“When are you leaving” is the passive-aggressive way to say “How long are you staying?” Oh, Billie’s absentee parents. Will we ever see you unsilhouetted? I really don’t know. Fifteen years later, I fear there might be too much mystique […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Baka Danny, I was only after your alcohol! You are a real idiot, aren’t you? No one likes you, especially not me.
Stop reducing Danny to his body parts, Billie!
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