My brains, they go squish. I don't haz them. Squishsquishsquishsquishsquish.

I'm getting fat, so my ass goes squish too. Squish squish. And my stomach, my arms, my legs, my face...squishity squish squish.

It's past midnight and I have to get up at 5:30 in the morning for work, do bee do bee do. I have no pizza.

I had pizza, earlier today, at Golden Corral. Then it tried to kill me from the inside, so much pain, wheeeee. Forever the stomach pains, forever squishy.

Your lemon squares taste like ass.

I wonder how she knew what ass tasted like.

Ass. Assy assy ass.

Squishy ass.

Squish squish.

I'm never going to finish Banjo-Kazooie, it hurts my head. Makes me dizzy. Soooo dizzy, then I fall on the floor, go squish.

Squish squish.

I'm glad my Google Chrome has spell-check, or I'd think I'm spelling squish wrong.

Don't you hate that?

Squish.

When you know a word's spelled right, but it looks like it's spelled wrong?

Squishy squishy squish.

A chick found a dead frog in her can of green beans, it was on the news....bet it was squishy. Real squishy.

Dead frog.

Go squish.

Squish squish.

So sad about the thing in Boston. Poor legless people. No more legs. Legs go squish.

Squished legs.

Squished, 'sploded legs. All over the place. Very squishy.

Poor squishy people.

Squish squish.

I have no idea what I'm doing anymore.

Squish.

I'm going to bed, my head hurts...

My squishy...squishy head.

Squish squish.

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YOU ARE MY SQUISHY AND YOU SHALL BE MINE YOU SHALL BE MY SQUISHY!!!!!!

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Squish squish.