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Hey ya, dear guys! Got a little bit to talk about!
I've noticed that pookies will wear anything. I mean, c'mon, friends, let's be reasonable, wouldn't a pookie be afraid of an alien? And yet they wear alien antennae, friends!
Dear guys, this is really starting to confuse me! I mean, I wonder how a pookie would react to an alien...perfect idea, I'll try to be one, friends! I'll see their reaction! Both boy and girl alien, I'll try, friends! Dear guys, please try aswell!
Friends, I think it's time to say goodbye now! Also, dear guys, I'm adding a bonus question! You friends can't get enough of me!
Bonus: Do you like licorice like me?
See ya, my dear little mush mush poopy in the wittle yummy butt butt pies who can't go pissy or poop pie in the potty yet and make pie from out yum yum poopie!
- The person you love way too much because they are so awesome and they call your poopy mushy and pie yum!
You have...such a mental issue. "Mush mush poopy in the wittle yum yum butt butt pies who can't go pissy or poop pie in the potty yet and make pie from yum yum poopie"...that's what you're calling me. That mentally ill, and what I'm getting from it is this:
1. Apparently, my butt is "yummy". Eww!
2. I, also, apparently, do not know how to use the toilet. If I didn't know how, I'd have more things to worry about than this forum.
3. I make pie...out of my poop, apparently. Eww, and so deumbly wrong.
4. So, now I love a total stranger? Because they call my number two a mushy, delicious pie?
YOU HAVE A PSYCOLOGICAL ISSUE. I SUGGEST YOU SEE SOMEONE.
Oh, maybe you'll try to eat they're poop and call it a pie!
Or possibly, you'll think their butt tastes good and take a lick.
You could do those things, but you could also accuse them of not being able to do their buisness in the toilet yet...
Endless possibilites. Screw you, you treat me like a baby.