Goddamn, Cornelius, why do you have to be so good? I remember the day I got Fantasma and ended up biking for six hours an an excuse to listen to it non-stop…

Oh man Royal Slurm. Its tasty enough to make you eat it until you die, so I get to both taste something delicious AND indulge my wildly irresponsible compulsive consumer side.

You mean a teenager?

Man, can we get a spinoff of Molesley just talking cricket? I would watch that non-stop till I died in front of the television.

Can… can she do that? Is that how orphans work?

I am only tangentially aware of the whole "Annie" mythology, but does Daddy Warbuck's blood end up eating itself?

Don't you want me (to buy you the records of a dead Joey Ramone), baby?

Its like looking at a Stretch Armstrong full of cottage cheese…

But what if it took place… during the day?

Matrix, unless the Japanese producing it.

Night at the Museum 3: Frick You

"The Belgian Feint"

Phong just shouting encouragement from the sidelines.

Would that be with Bob, or with Enzo?

Hopefully, my room will now be light enough for me to finally vision his feasible rhymes. Heretofore, I could only feel them. 

You must be hearing things.

I can see a kind-of-unpopular 5th grader bragging about his mom buying 2 whole cases of that ice cream as incentive to come to his house, yeah.

You might even say that it is… Vanilla?

Thank god. No longer will my candles wax me, as if I were some kind of chump.

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