(go to bed, dork)
You’re not my momma, Olive Garden D<
What the fuck is this shit? First, I don’t get to watch that Daytona 500 because it rained. These humans provide me entertainment and fail. Next, I have to deal with probably dying tomorrow, and you’re not even NUMBER ONE?!
Actually, do sleep. I don’t care.
You might wake up in the middle of a trap. I hope you don’t move a lot.
Blaster, your grade just went up a little.