nameraka

just because you're fucking matt damon, doesn't mean you are matt damon.

what is dead may never die.

you really should have warned the monkey first. oh shit. i didn't mention the monkey did I?

mommy comes looking for him...

eight, because it rhymes.

you have no memory of the last ten years but are absolutely convinced that the secret of time travel lies buried somewhere in matt damon's skull. not his brain. his skull, which is being kept as a table ornament by joseph goebbels somewhere in the fictional nazi fortress from the 1969 motion picture "Where Eagles Dare." you also know that only rick james can guide you through the fictional world of 1960's cinema, but that he won't help you unless you can help the komodo dragon with his feelings of inferiority and deep seated need for the approval of a male role model. you also have no idea what to do with the damn ark, but you know you can't just leave it there because it belongs in a museum. what do you do? what do you do?

there's really only one change i would make. i would want to see about a certain girl, but if everything after 12 was just a dream then it wouldn't matter because i didn't meet her until high school. so yeah, i guess i'd just roll over and go back to sleep.

he did get the nfc champ ring, though. nothing to sneeze at.

i'm sorry to have to point this out. it's spelled: deez nutz.

oh. i thought you were offering. my bad.

glad i could help.

yay! sign me up!

also this

I would like to request this also, pls.

*shits*

the city or the cemetery?

I just bought some frozen beer battered cod and malt vinegar at the store. not nearly as good, but it'll do in a pinch.

I don’t even know what we’re talking about, but fuck Jeff Bezos.

I'm partial to air myself.

sure you're not just confusing gas with ass? it's easy to do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQY3nW-teLU&list=PL95U1386wtoInBQjtLuuMTN3pdc7rw37j&index=10&t=0s