On Henry’s watch, Chooch rummages through dumpsters, looking for a discarded pencil with which to stir his gruel. Also, he may or may not swallow small coins; Henry’s not sure. Happy poop-sifting, Henry. You asshole.
(Seriously, I have vivid images of those two wallowing in filth while I’m at work.)
OMG he looks like you when you’re mad.
i wouldn’t mess with him.
srsly.. his EYES are soooo scary.
I KNOW RIGHT??? I have no idea what’s going on in this picture.
this is priceless.