Oompa, Loompa, Loompady Doo, I Am A Freakoid Coming For You

Huh? Why did she let him into her house at 3 in the morning if she never talked to him except online and he called with a strange request to sleep somewhere else? And…hoola hoops and hay? And…pink glitter? We’re developing a set of cases for the What the Fuck Department. bongo drum teddy bear plant stand shrines, stuffed dog-screwing drunken men passing out in boats, women clad in shirts and underwear screaming about going to Egypt while strangling sleeping in-laws, and now depraved oompa loompas! What is this world coming to?

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