Chiken is what I be piken, rice makes my tummy nice, your guac makes my tummy want to talk, your cheese is like a soft breeze, without your bowles, I have holes without your Doritos, I’d be forced to eat Cheetos, your chips make me swing my hips and lick my lips, your smell makes me feel well, your lettuce puts others to the test, your beans make me act like a fiend, your sour cream is as soft as a dream, your fountain drink makes me think.
Connor held my hand, and tucked my hair behind my ear. I was so nervous, but he put his hand on my heart and said, “You have a giant zit.”
Funkay funkay
Febreeze the immortal bug
Up shut
Snail oil
Danka woot
Dang it to heck
The cheese dream
Four jibbers
You are my myshsh
Can you garlic knot?
Rule breaker and roll breaker
Talk to the hand
Sand and bop it
Walking pound cake
Foxy footie
Yiz
Yee the fuck haw
I have pickles
I got shuzz
Toilet skibidi
Mother of corn
Sneaky dugbug
Oh Biddy.
You cheeky cow
Oh my, that’s so insightful.
Use this for orientation: The apple of my eye, a slice of pie, I hope you never die, bombastic side eye
I seriously want a goat.
What if there was a murderer out to get us right now?
Why are you standing so far?
You could buy so much ramen.
Jumping off the cliff, holding hands
Now go into the corner and think about what you did.
Bomb pops — I wuv bomb pops.
Meow chicka meow meow
Do bananas grow underground?
He ain’t nothing but a mistake.
There’s peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly at the peanut butter jelly table.
It gotted in my eyes.
You’re the cow to my girl.
Curiosity killed the “gorlila”.
Watch out for the trees.
Are you tired, distraught, and hungry?
Why me? Why am I breaking my bones? What’s wrong with me?
Buttered skrt skrt. I’m not hungry, but I still butter skrt skrt. Would you like me to butter your skrt skrt. Go shave your back now skrt skrt.
Ninnies on the daddy long legs
Shurrup! Shereif! Shithead!
Chiffarobe — where is it?
Courtney’s moon conversion
Can’t keep my smarties in my pants.
Potions, lotions, we’re over dotion.
This bitch empty, gonna chicken — yeet.
I have nothing inspirational.
This mother fucking bitch is airborne.
Ladybug raincoat.
Boys put the ick in dick.
My nose has been stolen one too many times.
There’s a blueberry in my lasagna.
I need my copapa and comama.
I frew up.
It hurted.
I hate myself.
We’re all on the spectrum.
When you don’t know anything.
It’s okay, things will get better.
Chick monks will rule the world.
Be humble.
Holding a grudge makes you fat.
We survived! And you will too!
The friends I’ve made here will always be true.
May all your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun.
Don’t tell me skies the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
