The cliche channel

C is for cookie and that’s good enough for the early bird that gets the pie in the sky with 52 different flavors to choose from at 3 easy payments of living like there’s no life, liberty, and the pursuit of spilled milk calling the kettle a nappy-headed House of Representives at the best of times and the worst of time flying when you’re careful what you wish for, because you just might give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day, but frankly my dear I don’t give a damn if you count all your chickens before they hatch from the windows, to the walls, until the sweat drips off my hungry hungry hippo. Mission Accomplished.

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