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"But… I'm using it…"

YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

And when they do?

"I met… my now doctor at this concert, NECROTITIS! he said, lol, memories?."

And garlic.

Something something pleat, something Ware, Massachusetts.

You tho hope they thing that thong you thecretly love…

I really *want* to snark this, but….

Correct. However, I look at this like a Beastie Boys primer. An article to steer people towards — people who may have been living in a vaccuum, but people nonetheless.

Handy mnemonic: "Bloodsport" is the one where Ogre ain't your pal, dickface; "Kickboxer" is the one where Mylee goooood fuck.

"Show somebody getting hurt, a groin injury!" — Reggie Dunlop

"Those are balls."

"I ain't your pal, dickface."

Close:

Man, that elephant…

*phaaaaaa!* (Grig's exuberant exhalation!)

If you wanna meet Danny Glover, you gotta get with Gentle Ben…

I read a joke years ago (1988?) and forgot it, but here's the gist because no one cares:

This is a contender…

Who would be the gingham picnic cloth, then?