How exactly did the rip-off tear a new one on the original? Hint: It’s not just with an obscenely large sex toy-turned-weapon.
Things I know about my grandparents: they are old; they smell like fresh luncheon meat; they are the best grandparents anyone could ever ask.
Kiss me out on my exposed eyeball. Nightly, beside the green, green grass. Swing, swing, swing your leech-like tongue.
I thought they warned you not to speak with rangers.
Do androids dream of electric chairs?
MOTHERPUNTING GOSHDARN POOPEATING GOBLINS FORK THESE SONS OF BIRCHES
One day you’re here, one day you’re there, one day you care. You’re so unfair. Sipping from your cup till it runneth over (uh-uh) Holy Grail.