They both leave little boys rooms with lighter sacks.
They both steal cookies)
Claustrophobic
Me: You just give the bartender your order. Her: ... Me: It's really pretty easy. Her: *leaves*
Two test tickles!
Me: None of them, I just need to take a shower.
The corner, it's 90 degrees.
Because he is dead.
Probably clawing at the inside of his coffin.
He went to Jared.
Cancer.
