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There once was a man from Peru, who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke with a fright, in the middle of the night, to find that his dream had come true.

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producing bile
Just because it's easy to play people wave it away. Like come on id love to hear some more songs with the kazoo in them
When one of the characters just starts whispering what they're saying in the middle of the movie for no reason
<Snipped quote by TupperWare Bowl>

Chances are, you are not microwave safe.

However, you are convenient for transportation of items of relative unimportance, like potato salad or craft supplies.

You likely don't feel the need to sell yourself too much because people already treat you as a household name, although exceedingly commonplace. Such a household name, in fact, that no one actually gives a damn, and takes you for granted.

Until they microwave the shit out of you and you infect them with disease.

It's possible you often feel limitless, though that may be because your lid gets fucking lost all the damn time and FOR GOD'S SAKE KAREN WHEN YOU PUT THE DISHES AWAY MAKE SURE THE LIDS ARE IN THE SAME PLACE AS THE CONTAINERS I SWEAR WE'VE GONE OVER THIS BEFORE.


I just want to point out that it took me this long to realize you were referring to my name
its that simple ok
im not locked in here with you YOURE LOCKED IN HERE WITH ME
august 3rd
sorry I am an entitled bastard
The air was different here. This wasn't normal, the autumn dimension's air always had a distinctly crisp feel to it. The last thing Gourdsworth could remember was enjoying some apple cider at the harvest festival. Where was he? How much time had passed since then?

Up ahead, a group of scarecrows were making their way into a tavern. At last, the comfort of familiarity! But as he moved closer, the relief began to fade. These creatures did not seem to be scarecrows. Their posture was much too consistent, their straw didn't slosh around their bodies, and some of them donned very exotic colors, ones which Gourdsworth had never seen. However, he could think of no other creature from his land that they could be.

Gourdsworth shook his head. He couldn't have fear. He was Gourdsworth! Conquerer of The Great Patch! Wielder of The Hallowed Scythe!

He approached the tavern, and addressed the strange crowd. "Beings! I am The Pumpkin Lord! I demand safe re-entry to my land!"
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