RrrrawwwwrrrrRRR

NOM NOM NOM

T-Rex ate your house.

forget 500 days of summer.  I want to see a movie called 500 girls named sarah.

I don't understand how people take drugs or get drunk, as the senses are already so intoxicating.

I literally had to turn down the music so I could taste my food.

Stephen Hawking speaks to me by the elevator.

Attack of the post its!

I need bethany to see the rattlesnakes in my path.

Today I got judged by a gas station clerk, made a security guard cry and argued my way out of a conversion attempt by a Buddhist businessman.

Avoid human connection FAIL.