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“ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ. ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ? ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ.” › #ᴍᴀʀɪᴏʀᴘ #ᴏᴘᴇɴʀᴘ #ᴍᴠʀᴘ › sғᴡ ᴡ/ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs › sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ ᴄʜᴇᴍ › sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ. › ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ: #ɢʜᴏsᴛɪᴇᴍᴜɴ ♡﹢⇌

Yes you were.

Slorb on my knorb, like corn on the orb.

You have to find something to peg.

Thanks.

Do the Mario, swing your arms from side to side.

I have decided that the only way to torment Luigi isn’t kidnapping his friends. It’s telling him he’s an Apricot.

“It is physically, and mentally impossible for me to wear pants.”

You are mean.

Tell that to your Apricot face!!

Hey, @BigBurlyKing85, Luigi has something to tell you.

“Get in the fucking portrait, you absoule buffoon.”

You seem panicked.

“Haha. Die.”

Year of the apricot.

“Luigi is an Apricot.”

Where the fuck is that gremlin Luigi.

“Tongue.”

Indeed.

I’m stuff.

Okay, Apricot.