Pretty sure acid still eats through wood. Don't you also have the magic power to turn fancy perfume into the scent of Playdoh?
What are you made of anyway?!
Only BPAL scents turn to Playdoh on me. Other fancier scents stay the way they should.
But it does still raise the valid question of what the hell I'm made of, and I can only conclude that the answer is: ACID.
Why don't I have a flask on my desk? And why can't I set co-workers on fire?
Clearly, the missing flask contains your flammables. It's just not right.
But it does still raise the valid question of what the hell I'm made of, and I can only conclude that the answer is: ACID.
Sugar and spice and ACID.
I just tried to figure out what the acronym ACID stood for. Obviously it needs to be go-home time now.
I just tried to figure out what the acronym ACID stood for.
Acidic
Corrosive
In
Der Teppy
So, like, did I mention it's my birthday?
Happy birthday, tommy! I wish you cake.
Allow me to pelt YOU with joy!
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Happy Birthday, tommy!