He put a glass of water on his head!
It's the first time I have been able to see and hug her in over a year, and she made me so proud!
*Edit: So many typos in my title.
In other words, he was a super-calloused fragile mystic suffering from halitosis.
No, I’ve been eating frog legs. What you smell is the hops!
Asthmazon
Apartments
Terrible Underwater Breathing Apparatus
I just had two paws for a moment
Because there is no air in otter space.
A wheezel!
They become golden winded
"Huge Disapoint Mints!"
He was training all day.
She filled a cup of water placed it on her head and began to violently and rapidly breathe in and out. The force is strong with her.
Super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis
Guerrilla TicTacs.
He had Tic Tac toes
So they gave him peach mints.
Terrible Underwater Breathing Apparatus
Edit: good lord, I didn’t know someone else posted this previously. I thought it was funny as heck and my kids rolled their eyes when I told it SO THERE.
There's no Windows.
Haha, I made you smile.
Experimints
I told them they were just being shellfish.
A pair of pants
Ornamints.
In-prison-mint.
A super calloused fragile mystic hexed with halitosis (edited, thanks kind friends for the correction!)
Just kidding, made you smile :)
It doesn't get a lot of air time.
I teared up, after all these years she still doesn't know my name is David.
Now when I talk I have a weird axe scent
I call it the: Measure Mint
Who Knows.
Super Calloused Fragile Mystic Plagued with Halitosis.
Hamburg-air
I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that Gandhi was a super fragile, calloused mystic suffering from halitosis.
Smells like teen spirit
Papa Roach: “Suffocation. No breathing.”
Because he was a neck-romancer.
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
... keep reading on reddit ➡"Hi hungry, I'm-"
son shoots him in the heart before he can finish the awful line
with his dying breath "Hi hungry, I'm dead!"
Ex-spearmints
For Terrible Underwater Breathing Apparatus
This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
Edit: I do now realize I misspelled Gandhi. I cannot edit the title, just know that I see it and am sorry.
This made him, A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
Edit: Wow! Didn't expect this big reaction! Thanks for the silver! Edit 2: And gold!? Thanks again! :)
This made him, A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
