Please feel my cans.

Apparently the formula for Dr. Pepper is not old, so is its education.

Oh, don't mind me. I'm just hurt fillings from time-to-time and try to feel the void that is empty inside of me.

Yeah, I'm a taunter.

Dr. Pepper - sugar-energy for the wary, weary WWII woman worker.

Moustaches Redux

My friend made a gross out chart.

I feel the bushiness of my eyebrows and moustache were equivalent.

I put me at a nine.

Which is one short of the grossest.

Tetris