Last night a group of marauding kids aged 6-12 rode their bikes through and interrupted every single one of my dreams. They’d yell, laugh, circle a couple times, and ride off. All night. Finally, in my last dream this morning (in which I had to contend with an obstinate wildebeest in the front yard) when the kids inevitably burst through, I stopped one and demanded, “Why are you doing this?! Why are you crashing through all my dreams?!” He shrugged and said, “You were on the schedule.”
WHO PUT ME ON THE SCHEDULE?!"
which avenger has the best butt?
Mark. You’re too fucking funny. Stop.
Ass, gas or grass, Nobody rides for free.
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