Me likey nectar.

I call it "the black-forest ham".

Fair enough. I thought it was a bit too syrupy at first.

Waiting for the spinoff: The Maize Renner.

Already thought Ant-Man sequel WAS the Tom Cruise movie?

Now that ain't fair. Once they've shuffled off this mortal coil you're supposed to be off scot-free. It's like I can't even get a break from my my alleged monstrous impulses.

And mold.

They prefer not to describe the music as either good or bad, instead using the Chinese phrase "coldplayesque".

"Overs". As in, at the end of the meeting the organizer asks "are there any overs", meaning any other business. I don't know where it came from, but I want it to go back.

Still, when asked "favorite band", I invariably answer Hum.

Still waiting for the Bad Dudes movie.

And really, you can get alcohol poisoning and sexual assault just about any where/time these days.

And through all that, I just keep seeing him in Legally Blonde. Don't listen to me. I'm an idiot.

I was talking about masks as a metaphor, Mr. Ipkiss. A metaphor.

The Sniffer? I can't keep up with all these different porn niches.

That's OK. You can be regular, subdued gay.

I've read (on the internet, of course) that at age 2 or 3 the brain has about twice as many synapses as it will have at adulthood. It's hard to equate that to "developed" though. The gradual loss of synapses as we continue to adulthood could be considered part of the development.

"Why are pirates so mean?"

You, uh, better believe it.

Now that's what I call a Conflicted Ending!