When ppl question me like i’m some little kid, or a criminal.
I’m a grown ass adult, i do what i please, i come and go with no questions ask, so why do you feel that you need to ask me questions about what i’m doing, going, eating, watching, drinking, thinking? You and i dont talk like that, if you haven’t notice i dont call you and question you about anything, cause i dont give a shyt what you’re doing, eating watching, drinking or thinking. Like WTF???
you know what i want to know
how the fuck did mr salt and mrs pepper make a fucking cinnamon shaker for a baby
solve that mystery steve
THAT IS PAPRIKA YOU IGNORANT SLUT
EXCUSE ME ASSHOLE THAT IS CINNAMON HE WAS BORN IN THE FOURTH SEASON
PAPRIKA LOOKS LIKE THIS
THAT’S FUCKING PAPRIKA
SHE’S CINNAMON’S OLDER SISTER
GOD DAMN TUMBLR I AM FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR SHIT
tumblr gets heated over blue’s clues
Paprika was first and she’s a girl, Cinnamon was 2nd and he was a boy, DUMMIES