It's All My Fault

It's time to fly birdy. Fly! Fly! Fly!

Because he's certainly going to hell.

I say why?

But it's March 29th. There's your hint.

I seriously wonder... who the hell are you?

... only be better.

Now go do something better with your life.

Happy Mother's Day mom!

There is meat on that bone.

Oooh do I like getting breakfast made for me.

That's how bad I am.

Which is why I'm stopping this now.

Now, now we need money.

That's why I have a felony.

We do not need to take this any further.