So, I'm the only Premium on...

Or it could be a lie.

The one rule is that you don't ask Kitty to make you a cake. If you do, she starts up with the paradoxes and false graffiti.

 

I want this. Give me this.

 

A thread in which you are wrong, apparently.

 

Rice, Bacon, and Sex Sandwich?

 

Or worse, she'd make a fruit cake.

 

Ewww, no no. I make chocolate cakes. Sweet, moist, double layer chocolate cakes.

 

The best creation on earth.

 

Testosterone poisoning.

 

o bby .

 

Query: What is this thing you call 'love', human?

 

Fatal to most folk.

A poison that floods the body, leaving you craving more.

 

Statement: I have learnt a great deal, meatbag, and I am anxious to learn more of this murderous and addictive substance called 'love'
Query: Why do organic meat age attempt to gain this thing called love? Wouldn't simply taking a bullet to the head be a quicker form of death?

 

Unneccesary addendum: And a more fun one.

 

I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan flip you my bird?

 

You can do that if you'd like.

 

How odd, I happen to be wearing a shirt about doing such a gesture.

But it also has a picture of one of these cars

Spoiler

Well, an older one of course

 

That is one bird that should never be flipped.

 

Oh, I meant not literally flipping. It says "SHOW 'EM YOUR BIRD."

 

Oooooooooooooooh.

Quaint.