Mother fucking pee wee herman, I need more of him on my blog for real.
“Look, I didn’t want to be a sausage”
“Don’t I get a sausage for good luck? It’s kind of a tradition right?”
“I don’t want you to be roman. I want you to be sausage.”
“Sausages just aren’t real to me until I’m staring one in the face.”
“The real world is where the sausages are.”
“You sausage when you sleep”
“You’re not getting away from me. Sausage again.”
“Wait, is your name Sausage?”
“There is always a sausage for those clever enough to find it.”
“I AM THE SAUSAGE KING.”
or this one
“Humor was a good way to hide the sausage”
“Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sausage God.”
Gettin real tired of your shit rock band.
My brother with Kinect sports.
CAN WE JUST. PLEASE.
I remember back in 6th grade my world history teacher would always flirt with this one teacher. He was a pretty good looking guy, and so when this teacher would come in for something, it was so obvious they had a thing. Few years later I found his facebook (being the stalker I am) and I saw they got married.
I’m pretty amazed.