This is what I’ve been saying the whole time (in my cold, robot heart). These little fucks are just objects. No one gets mad when you throw away your old vhs tapes. Hell, if your vhs copy of “Air Bud 3” took a giant shit in your hand, your friends would call you insane if you kept it.
I usually don’t like pumpkin pie, but okay, let’s just throw this little fuck into the fire. Drop some flour on his bastard ass for a crust or what the bitch ever. Shit.
Ohhh, if only it were real
Agreed. Although this would cause the little shitfactory to squeeze another baby through its stomachgina, I think it’s worth it, because the godless, alien killing machine that busts out would fuck up the entire maternity ward.
You know what I’m thankful for baby? Gravy. Because without it, you wouldn’t taste half as good today.
Look. I potted your ass and brought you inside for the winter. Show a little gratitude or I’m going to put you back in the yard, and you can wait out the season as a fucksicle.
Yea, this is a good idea
Okay, obviously a photoshop, but it reveals the true nature of the subject. These devilfucking nipplehaters have absolute control over our lives and finances once we let them into our houses. The only way to deal with them is to throw so many Russians at them that they kill themselves in their bunkers like little bitches.