After three months via text? Utter POS. Sorry you had to deal with that.

I didn’t even process what the trap was atop initially. Now I get it. I get jokes.

I was going to ask you where one might find said poster but then thought “teach a fish to man up” and so forth so here is what I’m assuming you were referring to.

We know he’s the one.

Obviously Vassar.

Dead on.

Which he has to immediately turn over to the Hitler estate for moustache copyright infringement.

He also worked on the prequel We Will Have Been Buying a Zoo.

Now that’s some economy of language there—exposition re: how it happened/schmexposition of such.

Testing.

He thought he could make weight by spitting it out? Is that a thing?

Hey wake up little guy! We can finally get you some wipes!

Hey wake up little guy! We can finally get you some wipes!

Best laugh today.

Did his horse at least show more humility?

(applause)

Ah... the lost verses of Butthole Surfers’ “Pepper.”

Seriously—love and gettin’ it on is right around the corner. Hang in there.

This is really funny fellow grey. What the fuck is with this uppity Concourse shit and its bar in the stratosphere for those most deserving?

His irony is better than yours. If you were serious...get thee to a nunnery.