NeonFlow

I should keep my meowth shut but I can’t stand the gloom
When I check to see if dewgong from the room
I can’t raichu a love song,
there’s no chansey to pikachu
to be a graveller is farfetch’d, It’s wigglytuff to be the Nidoking
Its gastly how it leaves me weezing
Being krabby that I give any Muk’s
Like “cubone? No? Damn That would suck”
I guess I’m grumpig, maybe I’m just skitty
I just can’t help but feel

“Just remember to strike a pose and state your name, that alone makes you thirty percent stronger. It’s a proven fact. Just make sure the pose is SIZZLING you got that?”

Why do white girls walk in odd numbers? Because they “can’t even”

I was gonna make a eating ass joke, but that shit didn’t seem funny

I’ve seen slugs mate, now I don’t know how/what I should be feeling.

“I barely use my brain anyway, it’s mostly full of boss rhymes and dating tips”

*Coughs and rolls around spreading sickness to this page and anyone who comes in contact with the page*

This Father’s Day has hit me harder then any other, ooooowiiii.

“Aye they were madly in love, the type of love reserved for fairy tales and porno mags”

I know who you is.

Disaster struck a ceiling fan convention today when the scheduled entertainment, dr linguine and his trampolining sheep. According to one eye witness everything was going well until one high bounce, that’s when the sheep hit the fan.