
It eats the potato chips crumbs that fall between my couch cushions.

It eats the potato chips crumbs that fall between my couch cushions.

This thing hurts my eyes.

Doesn’t get invited to any parties. Whatever. Dorkle is an introvert anyway.

What a derpy dink.

It’s gonna fly inside you.

He just arrived on my doorstep one day. He still hasn’t told me what he wants.