Your tarot card for the day is The Sass.

Your prognosis is to keep shit posting.

It says it will change your star sign bro.

It’s like the inside of your thighs, except with a tongue.

Captain Zapp Brannigan: That young man fills me with hope. Plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing.

Ahhh it’s ‘got no bowls to spare’

Just a shitty version of Wolverine

Does it come with a sponge? Or is that an extra?

Slept in, set record, smoked, ignored messages and although I didn’t eat a frozen pizza I did cook only chicken legs for dinner…

To be faaaaiiirrr.

Not stolen, the gems are just resting in the museums…

“Randy, go eat a cheeseburger you basketball eating, walrus-ass mahfuckah!”

The man has standards. Whether they are realistic though?

You should say something else.

That act is reserved for management only.

Peter Cushing would be disappointed.

Gimme 5 bees for a quarter you’d say.

Rock, flag and eagle!

Because science is a liar sometimes.

Spock cock jock.

I think there’s a connection with The Rock and a sock.