definately the worst thing about being named hotdu dasses is other people thinking it’s “hot dude asses”
just finished charging up my aura & a hater told me nature forbids juggalo beasts. back to square one
Above the blood diamond. Need to be facing the pile with the railway track behind you to see it
FREE IPAD WALKTHROUGH: Take off your shoes. Trade the shoelaces for a pair of scissors. Trade the scissors for a knife. Sharpen the knife and trade it for a pair of bolt cutters. Cut the padlock on the railway easement gate. Walk along the train line until you find the unusual pile of rocks, then touch the rocks in the following order: top left rose quartz, centre granite, bottom left granite, bottom right shale. Wait till the music starts playing, then drop into the grotto that appears. Follow the tunnel down to the basement. Equip your Mallet and play any song on the bone xylophone in the corner. Do NOT proceed until the song is finished. Run back up the tunnel and grab the chain. Tug at it and yelp like crazy until a compartment on the left opens up. Retrieve the FREE IPAD and exit the grotto
DEFINITELY the pro skater games are tony hawk’s best. worst is probably tony hawk’s sim city. paying for ordinances w/ skateboard tricks? makes no sense
It’s always good to know what that lil ol’ grey sphere with sunglasses thinks about my blog posts. Thanks for checking in, spherey!
As soon as I noticed the house across the road catch fire I filled up a bowl of water and set it down in front of my cat. “Drink up, buddy,” I told him. He didn’t seem interested, but I had another trick up my sleeve: I knew that cats absorb a lot of liquid through their food, so I lightly seared a nice, fresh piece of tuna on both sides and put it in his bowl. He ate it, then drank a little water. Perfect.
I picked him up and raced out the front door, but the house had already burnt to the ground. There was nothing left for him to douse with his urine. The fire chief noticed me and nodded. “Slow eater, huh?” he asked.
"That’s right," I replied.
"Thank you for trying to save my home," said the little girl who used to live in the house that had burned down, clutching a small doll and shivering in the evening air. I ignored her. I had bigger problems to worry about now, like how to manage all the cat urine that would soon be coming out of my cat.