Quote Originally Posted by CrossLOPER
Winged hats??? Why do you do this to me? Oh sweet oatmeal in my heart! Fly! Fly away into the cheetohs stained fingertips of the oreo heavens!

Tires of muffins screech against my soul rubbing the chalk against my pudding. The ancients could not be more confounded by your brilliance!

Behold this power in my hand that is in the form of sod! BEHOLD!