What a nice 6 hour work day. Singing all day. Jokes all around.
How many dead rats fit in-to a freeeeeeeeezer.
Your rat’s so fat he can’t even walk around in the cage. He just sits underneath the food area and waits.
Your rat’s so fat, he can’t be run in experiments. He has to be waddled.
And Snowball was his name-o!
Oh you big ol’ piece of blubber. You soo chubby. You soooo chubby, you gunna die!
Come here and look at his liver! - I’d rather see his heart. Ohhhh cool.
Why are you so morbid. I thought you called me over to look at something cool and you’re holding a rat’s head in your hand that’s pussing everywhere.
Walking to a room with 4 Nerf guns at you because they thought you were the enemy.
That’s how I dance in the club. I mean, it’s dark so people don’t see. *raise the roof*
I want to hang them up in my windows. Like stained glass things only with body parts!
We could probably sell this on the black market…to people who, you know, have dead people fetishes or something.
