Why don’t you ever visit my blog, quo? Do I smell?
You’re blog is depressing. Besides, I do visit it, I just don’t leave footprints. Do you want me to start leaving some footprints so you know I’ve been there?
My blog is not always depressing, gosh. Now I am depressed.
Not really, can’t see the outstretched arm which seems to be obligatory in selfies
I took the picture with my foot.
A smile would have been nice.
I am smiling.
Why don’t you ever visit my blog, quo? Do I smell?
You’re blog is depressing. Besides, I do visit it, I just don’t leave footprints. Do you want me to start leaving some footprints so you know I’ve been there?
My blog is not always depressing, gosh. Now I am depressed.
Don’t. Aw, crap. Now I’m depressed, too.
Doritos.
Best anti-depressant in the world.
Yeah, who needs Prozac, anyways.
Not us Dorito-lovers, that’s for certain.