Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.
Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…
Hank Hill voice:
“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”
This isn’t even my final formal.
Why they changed it, I can’t say…
Right? Look at Moneybags over here with their 11-minute Shangri-la! Oooooo.
cries in poverty
squints hard
Sean Mall?
Which Sean got his own mall? Or is it a mall specifically for Seans? As a non-Sean (cool rhyme, right?) am I forbidden from Sean Mall? Are Shawns allowed in?
My poor vision creates nothing but inquiries.
Agrajag shall be avenged!
The caption backfired and I’m now recalling heartbreaking Futurama memories.
I know this is a grumpy old man take, but I’ll never get over the fact that they decided to call these dastardly things “hoverboards.”
Blasphemy, says eight year-old me, having just watched Back to the Future: Part II and now obsessed with someday obtaining a floating skateboard.
When you turn 12 and promptly WAKE UP.
Boomhauer, for once in my life, I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.
pops another beer
Crypto-whatsit? Is that something from one of Bobby’s vid’ya games?
It’s a new form of money, Hank. VIRTUAL MONEY.
Well, excuse me, Dale, but here where I live, in the REAL WORLD, we already have a perfectly fine money. It’s called AMERICAN DOLLARS and it works just fine, I tell ya h’wat.
You say that now, Hank, but wait until the cyber-swarm-uprising of 2034 comes and replaces your precious “real world” with a virtualsphere so indiscernible from what you think you know as real! Wake up and see what’s coming on the horizon!
Can you see me kicking your ass on the horizon?
I’ll be honest with you. I very nearly did. Sorry. That’s on me.
Superintendent, I was just-- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise! Care to join me?
Sometimes you can lose but still win.
I saw a chicken today.
Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…