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My first impression is that I’m far too lazy to go and get a first impression.
Human shoulder blades.
Little Miss Sunshine. <3
Shoutout to Short Term 12.
This question is like a year old. But I imagine they're doing celebratory jigs, knowing that you're the one who got stuck with my lameness for life.
My lovely wife. Today and every other day. It's quite annoying, actually. Like, let me be in a bad mood or something every once in a while! Stop constantly making my day! Ugh. Marriage, amirite? The worst.
Llamas. Because that means there's less for me. I've lost so many bidding wars on the black market. :|
You're going to be extremely disappointed when you figure out I've been stealing all my material from the back of penguin bars.
Every decision I have ever made has led me to where I am right now, and I am incredibly happy with where I am now.
With that being said, I maybe wouldn't have swallowed that wasp in hindsight.
Good. I sold all my germs on eBay anyway for a few bucks so I could afford to pay for a Chewbacca Christmas jumper.
I'm learning everyday, but a big one is this.
Don't tickle her.
Because she will dive head first out of the bed and into the wall. And she will insist you threw her into it even months later.
I'm starting to think there's a serial killer out there who is absolutely determined to lure me into an isolated environment.
Is it a superkick party?
This is fcking John Cena trolling me, isn't it?
This is exactly how Candice proposed to me.
Where is your collection of cold photos? I don't want to burn myself on the polaroids.
I put uet4t3 into my satnav and unfortunately it wont give me the directions to fcking Narnia.
The neighbour kid. I saw him piledriving his brother onto the concrete and knew this was what I was meant to do with my life. Shame his brother didn't make it through surgery though .... :/
...... If this is you, L, so help me god!
I'm not sure what I'm more offended by. These accusations, or the spelling of "you're". D:
I'm hopelessly in love with Bill Murray. I have an unhealthy relationship with KFC. I know it doesn't care about me. But I go running back to it everytime because I'm weak! Oh, and my wife. I should probably have mentioned her first, right? She'll understand.
KFC. That was an option, right?
Marvel. I don't even have to give that a second's thought. I've been reading Marvel since I was young. DC is a mess. DC has Batman. And everybody else can go away! DC's the Tommaso Ciampa of this scenario.
Special shoutout to the latest Deadpool series. That's super amazing, and my tweet made it into the final issue. :') And also, I bonded with the most amazing gal on the planet over it! Go read it!
Maybe I will never be
All the things that I wanna be
Now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why.
:)
Why would you pay for something you can do yourself? I don't have that kind of money. I spend it all on Build a Bears.
This is the single most romantic marriage proposal I've ever heard in my life. :')
We communicate through carrier pigeons. It's much more romantic.
Yeah, I have one. She's sort of the best person ever.
Animated ice cream. Have you ever seen animated ice cream? It looks amazing, and it never moves, it's just even! It doesn't start leaking down your hand like a motherfckr, it doesn't topple off the cone and you're standing there crying your eyes out because 2 Euro on it and all the other kids are laughing at you because the ice cream driver won't give you a replacement .... Yeah .... I might have some unresolved issues to deal with
Michelle? Sure.
Jokes on the world. Bin Laden and Hitler are already dead. What am I supposed to, waste a bullet on a decayed corpse? Psht. That's like ... bad for the environment or something.
I really liked Billie Piper in Doctor Who, but Peyton Manning's had such a historic career. It's too hard to decide.
Cletus, clearly. I'm inbred, have like a hundred and twenty six children and I'm aroused by poultry. And then also Troy McClure just cause Phil Hartman. I adore you, Phil Hartman. <3
Louis Armstrong featuring a special appearance from his saxophone, and I'll sink into relaxed town where I have no cares or worries in the world. That'd be perfect. :3
Is it bad that I spent like ten minutes trying to figure out why they're calling me "Tyson"? ...... D:
Dame Maggie Smith. Don't you dare tell me she isn't.
I have a runny nose, okay. I've had the flu for like two weeks, and I can't shake it! It wont leave me alone. It's like flies on sht, or women here on a new Rollins and Ambrose account. Just give me some space, man! D:
Yes, I'd love to go ice skating with the Authors of Pain.
The exit door. Because they're not the sort of toys I go shopping for!
One side of the sandwich made from the skin of Tommaso's face, the other side the skin of his melted testicles. Sprinkled on top as seasoning for the bread would be his beard hair because the dipsht can't grow regular hair. Then in the middle of the sandwich, his guts, large intestines, small intestines, medium intestines, the self conscious intestines, all the intestines really. Some of his finger bones in there too to give the sandwich a bit of crunch. Cook the meat off his bones into some Pâté. We'll call it CiamPâté. The blood from all the wounds he's endured will serve as the ketchup. Oh and I guess a bit of cheese or something because people like cheese, right?
No, it doesn't. It sounds disgusting. Like an evening gown match, but you wrestle in just ties. No suit, just ties.
Monopoly. Because when he lands on go to jail, that's when the cops come bursting in to take him away. And I get to collect $200 from his pocket because I passed go.
I'm afraid I'm not even going to fck you length ways.
That one plumber guy with the tools and stuff.
And Little Miss Sunshine. I could write a thesis on why it's the perfect movie, because I'm a dork who'd enjoy that sort of thing.
I've not managed to ruin it yet, thankfully. But I'm an idiot, so I'll keep the fingers crossed.
Hahaha, oh my god!
I finally got one of those stupid, catty, drama inducing questions!
I've been waiting so long! :')
I'd rather chlamydia, in all honesty.
Laid? Laid out? Are you suggesting someone needs to beat me up? You're a monster, anonymous person! D:
But I don't wanna watch the prequels. :/
Twatpop? A twat pop. Pops. See, that just makes me imagine Tommaso Ciampa exploding.
$ex is spelt with an s, not a dollar sign! I feel like I need to send you a private video providing you with lessons in grammar and spelling.
Well they're not so private now, are they random spambot?
The theme song to Rugrats. Always get me pumped. You pump, I pump, we all pump.
The theme song to Rugrats. Always get me pumped. You pump, I pump, we all pump.
Human ears. High in fibre and crispy like bacon.
Is this Irish? I've no idea what you're saying to me right now! Get that fiddle-dee-dee language out of my questions!
They hate me because I pissed in their cornflakes. Wait, they didn't know that was me ... I'm safe ... :D sht! Now they do!
Bill Murray, the prospect of one day owning a segway, respect and the lovely lady who puts up with me everyday.
Because I like making stupid decisions that I immediately regret the following morning. For example, whenever I've uttered the words 'Fine, I'll watch this horror movie with you'.
I'm far from it, I'm afraid. But I have a really special lady in my life who makes me feel like a million bucks, and that must be showing.
Ten bucks. And if I don't get it by next week, I'm going to break your legs, man!!
Probably Snow White. She was a classy girl. Questionable decision making skills, considering she willingly chose to live with seven Hornswoggle's.
Telling my wife she's the best person ever. I'd include other people, but I'm super greedy, and want to just tell her on my own.
Wax Tommaso Ciampa's legs while he's having a manicure. Wait, I mean ... I never did that.