WOGGLE DEE WOP WOP BOI. DEE O DE WHOA WAH
I hope you don’t get runny when you drown, I’m hungry for grilled jelly. A contract is a contract after all, my gooey name buddy.
So it’s fine if I eat messily!
And yes, yes! I love all things Joji! It’s always sweet shit when people get the references, I even have a hoodie with his face on it, yo~
YES! JELLY GETS TO BE EATEN! THE CONTRACT IS SEALED!
Thanks for Fowowing me!
CONGRATS ON ALL THE FOLLOWERS! JELLY FEELS HONORED TO BE AMONGST THEM! GO FEXUZ!
IT’S TRUE! JELLY HAS, CAN, AND WILL BE ANYTHING JELLY WANTS!
MORNING REBLOG! CHECK JELLY’S JIGGLES OUT!
Jelly,….we need to talk.
JELLY’S LOVE IS JUST AS BEAUTIFUL AS EVER~!
It’s an odd noise, and I don’t think it’s meant to be used in any kind of fashion. I know I’ve been asleep for the longest time, but the ability to produce noise shouldn’t be what concerns you about it. Is it a test for me to see if I can make that noise? I’m not certain, and I don’t know if I want to try. If you would be so kind, elaboration is of the utmost importance. Do I need to call an ambulance? Or try it for myself? I haven’t the slightest idea.
((So I’m alive, it seems. I was gone because of moving to a new home across the country. But I’m back! And Gavir’s fluid and flamboyant speech returns with me!))
Ok so im like really really super ultra busy. For all intents and purposes, this blog is dead until Gabe regains his senses and takes Jelly back. Until then, I’ll try to do something if I can, but don’t expect anything, really. Jiggly Wiggly… yeah.