Random things we tolerate/like/love

Wool socks.

Do we tolerate, like or love wool socks? You need to specificate, dude!

I LIKE wool sox, totally.

Good thinking. We need to be specific.

Yes. Specificating is good. We liiiiike specificating. Like, totally.

I like chocolate milk

I love my red shiny boots! I'm like, a modern Dorothy!

I tolerate Bob Fløh. Like, totally. He's like... like... a one-eyed dude with a rapidly increasing/decreasing eye-size!

I tolerate limestone.

I like nailpolish

I tolerate Frank (that would be the talking Bunny with a shiny face) Even though he wakes me up sometimes and drinks my chocolate milk. Which kinda sucks. But I tolerate him. I mean, it's not like we fight all the time. Just sometimes. You know, when he eats my Mac'n'Cheese, I like totally stab him to death, but he comes back comes back comes back in my dreams...

I love yo mama

Bob, that is just wrong.

Especially yo mama.

I love Bob

Bob is disgusting

I love our Queen. Reeeeaaaaaallly looooove

And I love Cleveland <3<3

Bad@ss Fløh wrote:I love our Queen. Reeeeaaaaaallly looooove

Who dat be?

I love Cleveland <3

I love Cleveland <3

I like Cleveland.

I tolerate Coffee.

Bad@ss Fløh wrote:I like Cleveland.

I tolerate Coffee.

Haha, that's totally awesome.

I like Bob.
And I kinda like Bad@ss Fløh. I mean, he's obviously a complete no-good dirty, rotten son-of-a-bitch, and quite an asshole, but he's okey. I guess. Except for his crappy taste of music. But hey, to each his own right? (Yeah, right)

I like Cleveland.

I tolerate no longer tolerate Coffee.

Bad@ss Fløh wrote:I like Cleveland.

I tolerate no longer tolerate Coffee.

You're... amazing duude..

-Thanks.. I like to play

I love coffee... and yummy donuts.
I've learnt to tolerate pickles, but I don't really enjoy eating them...

I actually like Bad@ss Fløh. He's