CheeseBacon

Flooning About the Flanorama The divide between balon and bitchin is smaller than one might think. Sure there are mitigating factors like not being a mute asshole and a practical ratio of helium to atmospheric pressure, but it tends to go a bit beyond that.  It’s a matter of making faggot-ass pokemon trainers your bitch. That’s when you know. Granted, going after the mama’s boy queers is a bit easier than beckoning Gary’s hot-ass preteen harem (a bit gender indiscriminate because I’m a fucking balloon) into your subordinate, but a victory is a victory.  There is an undeniable level of pride that goes along with th