I’m farting in this thing. You’re welcome.
Smells like trouble.
Wanna bungle in my jungle?
Squad goals, baby.
Papa was a low down playboy panda.
It all went downhill after we locked the cat in the basement.
Feelin’ gassy, not so sassy.
I might have lost my head last night. Just a little. Anybody seen it?
(This post first appeared on the blog in November of 2016).