If it isn’t from Nice, France, then it’s just sparkling politeness

Or poops

I hate it when I poop all over my ball flaps

Gift me 1 million dollars

He died for our CinemaSins

(ding)

Ah, the sound of trapped gases escaping the body

I found this link if it helps, but can make for no guarantee of its veracity, or otherwise true true making of word writer

Ceremorphosis, eh?

Don’t dip it in the wax don’t dip it in the wax don’t dip it in the wax don’t dip it in the wax don’t dip it in the wax don’t dip it in the wax don’t dip it in the wax don’t dip it in the wax unzips “sir please leave”

ಠ_ಠ

my face when

Good god man think of the fruitarians

That hook has the strength of twenty smaller hooks of 1/20th strength

My child

So, fun fact, when most people are able to recall whatever incredible idea or artistic vision they had in their dream, they soon realize that it was just their memory replaying something that already existed. An obscure song that you forgot about, a scene from an old movie that you’d think would make for a funny comic strip, etc. Now, this doesn’t mean that people aren’t creative and can’t dream of new things, it just means that your dreams just churn out a vomit of things you’ve processed before.

Source: I made it up