I have never been more proud of my mother.
Hey bimshwel, tomorrow is mother’s day. I am your mother. Why don’t you talk to me?
Are you ashamed of me, bimshwel? Is it because I discovered the secret to clean teeth that dentists hate me for?
Is it because of the time I told you I was taking you to
Cars Land and it was just Dan Perkins Subaru of Milford? And then you watched me get arrested because the staff recognized me from the surveillance video as the person who went around painting creepy cartoon eyes on all the windshields? I don’t know what your problem is. You didn’t have to watch.
Just like you didn’t have to watch me watch television while wearing yellow wrestling boots and potentially something else. I can do what I like in MY house. Anyway, the last time I saw this picture it was on YOUR webpage. Whose fault is that?
oh no?
Oh no, somebody escaped!
Oh no, a Tintin tin!
Oh no, the Harvest Hobgoblin!
So you see things can be far worse. I have had enough tragedies for many days!
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PurpleSpace sez:
It’s nice to see goblins finding work doing other things besides being random encounters in mine shafts or fighting spidermen!
Heapinfrimp sez:
No it isn’t! Those things are all they are qualified for!