If she's anything like me, she's always finding her shit in the vegetable crisper. Just last week, I found my birth certificate in there.

"We need more T'Challa license plates in the gift shop. Repeat, we are sold out of T'Challa license plates!"

Hey Iggy, I can see your doodles.

Cool story Xanderpuss, but y'think you could have been a bit less logorrheic about it?

There can only be one great music festival in a lifetime, and it was the US Festival.

Yeah, these kinds of jokes are really of equestrianable taste.

People don't want to see my ring either, and when they do see it, they recoil in horror.

They should choose the wretched hive of scum and villainy known as Tucson. We've already got a Tatooine like climate going for us.

What's that film that you love? The one about the fucking space hairdresser and the cowboy. He's got a tinfoil pal and a pedal bin. His father's a robot and he's fucking fucked his sister. Lego. They're all made of fucking Lego.

Wingardium Logorrhea!

I think someone is forgetting about Elliot Smethwyck's invention of the Cushioning Charm in 1820.

They really should be stoned to death instead. Call it poetic justice.

Backpfeifengesicht?

Fahrvergnügen?

There's a New Mexico?

The A.V. Club

Blank? BLANK? You're not looking at the big picture!

The A.V. Club

*gestures toward NO TEXASSES CLUB sign*

"Can't sleep, Batfleck'll eat me."