2007 was five years ago

I trust the red crayon more than the link

I’m right behind you… literally and metaphorically

He’s not sorry, and he will do it again

You are the sidewalk and she is the star

“See you never”

Just let me buy my shoes

Where is the bathroom?… Third left, fourth secret door

Me after eating one spicy chip

Proof that honey doesn’t come from a butt

Don’t tell me what to do

It’s not a meal, it’s a medical intervention

Built for speed

tiny engines of pure joy

Keep it secret, keep it safe… wait, where is it?