[classic swim]

Picked up good meats at the place I pretend is Satriale’s.

Has a crack in his giblets.

No!

Picks up the sudden contagious habit of self googling.

Gave him a discount on latex balloons of feet that he could pop inside of his ass.

A talking hillbilly grandma goldfish got mad at him underwater because he said she keeps responding to spam texts and that’s why someone texted her that she was sexy while the police were at the fish neighbors house.

His geometry teacher called him Ebenezer Scrooge for not donating to the food drive.

Is really Plok.

Puts food in each suitcase and snarks as TSA runs it through.

He angrily shoves and forces a bunch of clowns out of the way so he can see the inside of a clown car.

He bought a comically sized sandwich from Subway.

He’s Humpty Dumpty!

He got so mad waiting at the concession stand that he screamed like Goku at the back of some guy’s head.

He met Goldilocks and said “dude, you’re a fricken b-bbb-bbba-bitchhhhh!” and immediately snitched on her to the bears and the bears listened.

His gf poured hot water on him and he put on a pompadour and started singing and dancing.

Chester Cheetah isn’t his hero because he is Chester Cheetah.

I bought Chinatown Wars on mobile. Driving was better and more liberating on PSP, which is ridiculous because you’re supposed to be benefiting from having the touch screen.

Amped up needless police activity is not a good sign, and the newest generational wave is only adding to that stress. I can never buy toilet paper and food without the constant fear of being stopped for no reason by a would be civil servant. The rookies especially love that you’re poor.

The Berenstein Bears are his heroes.

Chuck E. Cheese was his hero.