... they believed me.
One perk of the beet farming profession? The puns.
|BEET IT! BEET IT! OPEN UP YOUR MOUTH AND EAT IT!|
Now, on to the
Here ya go:
|... except this tattoo|
|Oh yeah. I am DEFINITELY a bad ants with my one|
nipple piercing (WHY?) and lack of basic spelling ability ...
|This one speaks for itself.|
|If you're going to have indelible proof of your |
over-inflated ego , PLEASE spell it correctly.
After I chew you out about your complete stupidity and lack
of grammatical acuity, you may do your worst.
What is the one thing I wish wasn't a prank? Google Nose.
|Mean Girls reference.|
If you haven't seen that movie, you are missing out.
Am I right?
Also, how many of you actually smelled your computer/smartphone screen?
*sheepishly raises hand*
It's a great idea.
As is becoming a professional beet farmer.