Can't sleep . . . clown'll eat me . . .
My hands are on backwards! My hands are on backwards!! AHAHAHA! DIE. DIE. DIE!!!
Well I tried to tell Edvard Munch that one Quaalude and a Paxil enema would keep him down for the night.
"SUCH INCREDIBLE SAVINGS!"
o/` I've got my whoooole head... in my hands, I've got my whooooole heeeaad... in my hands, I've got my whoooole heeeeaad... in my hands, I've got my whole head in my hands! o/`
Main entrance of the George W. Bush Presidential Library and Funhouse. Guess where the garage is.
Good old fashioned nightmare fuel
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