[Hey, not all the crazy-ass Frankenstein animal creatures get lucky enough to turn human for a little while, babycakes. How he got in this car is a mystery, though he should probably be able to break out of it...if he could get enough momentum going, that is. As it is, he's a jumble of legs where they shouldn't be, head pressed up against the windshield, and hair just piled all over the place. What is life, really?
Are you incapable of opening the door?
Come on, put your thumbs to use! Like she hasn't tried already, shh.]
are those ke$ha lyrics on her journal i spy?
Are you incapable of opening the door?
Come on, put your thumbs to use! Like she hasn't tried already, shh.]