God: An Esprit? Really? Not even a V-8 Trans Am? Noah: We build Excrement Excitement? God: Couple more gallons ought to do it… Noah: *mutters* asshole God: Excuse me?
*thunder and tectonic rumbling ensue* Noah: Look! Two squirrels!
Hi kids!. I'm so much more than a tube sock. I write words and stuff. Not a fan of bleach or teenage kid feet.