I do not like that ping-pong bot.

I do not like how it returns shots.

I do not like it, here or there.

I do not like it anywhere!

Yes.

…the turntables.

That’s what i said!

Hmmm-Mmmm-MMMM-Mmmmm-mmmmm

I would, but i don’t have the cards.

“Behold! my field of ragrets! Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is fallow!”

I’m just impressed you know what i mean. I appove.

We’ve ALL got a chicken-duck-woman-thing waiting for us.

Wait! That’s no snail! Oh no! It’s Shia LeBouf!

One lower case “r”, and no ragrets.

Fuck that. What separates me and them is humanity, not honesty. I’ll lie until I’m blue in the face, and i still haven’t sent people to fucking death camps.

Make the world think he’s an infirm senile fuck who can’t even go an hour without shitting himself.

Make the world see a simple truth. Easier said than done, apparently.

I asked a fox that was actually on fire. It said “AIYEEEEEEE!” I trust it’s answer more than chatgpt.

“…pants?”

I like that i got to be Hood in this. Always saw myself as more of a Buck.

Oh man, i know.

Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.

ITT: I’ve found home. Y’all are my peeps.

Unless you grab the wrong loaf… chilly surprise!

Permission granted.

T-pose to assert dominance

For what purpose, Master Chief?