That's like how I can not listen to Christmas songs without singing the Pokemon versions of them. Like "O Christmas Tree" gets me belting out "Oh Caterpie! Oh Caterpie! Won't you become my Butterfree!"
Baby's farts go blah because baby eats blahing ketchup on blahing prunes.
THE FARTS GO BLAH!
Or perhaps "BLASH". x3
Friday night's a definite, then. See you then!
Oh man, I just joined the ranks of those who get sucked into TVTropes. No wonder they call it the "Hotel California of the Internet". The only thing that saved me was the fact it was six in the morning and my eyes were crossing.
Baby's farts go blah because baby eats blahing ketchup on blahing prunes.
THE FARTS GO BLAH!
Or perhaps "BLASH". x3
Friday night's a definite, then. See you then!
Oh man, I just joined the ranks of those who get sucked into TVTropes. No wonder they call it the "Hotel California of the Internet". The only thing that saved me was the fact it was six in the morning and my eyes were crossing.