|Caminante Nocturno - 2011-01-23 |
Everything Kevin picks up, he holds like a gun.
Every single thing.
|snothouse - 2011-01-23 |
Ann! Wait! You gently put something on the ground!
|Chalkdust - 2011-01-23 |
story of my life
|Rape Van Winkle - 2011-01-24 |
Eat this celery, bitch! NOW!
|baleen - 2011-01-24 |
Ann has once again dropped her scallions. Will Kevin ever get the hint?
|Rodents of Unusual Size - 2011-01-24 |
It's as tasteless as you, Kevin. Take the hint.
|Mother_Puncher - 2011-01-24 |
God, Kevin is such a smug asshole. And he thinks he's sooo cool by being a prick to Ann, the scatter brained killer whose chip on her shoulder is that she kills. Kevin's just a dick because he is the son of an Aryan shaman with millions of German bucks. This is clear because he holds that celery like a divining rod.
|Nikon - 2011-01-24 |
"My finger points."
|twinkieafternoon - 2011-01-24 |
"Bulls-eye," Kevin thinks, as he brandishes the celery. "She wants to be caught," he's sure. "She's as good as mine."
Hey, dicks get girls, man.
|jreid - 2011-06-30 |
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