How else are you supposed to gain their life-force, if not through ritualized cannibalism?

Full of chocolate and chile peppers?

Those things are nearly as thorough as you'd like to think they are.

Whichever. I'm pretty sure it all has to be cleaned up so that no one is suspicious of your suddenly 45-minute restroom breaks.

I did it all for the nookie. And a scooby snack afterwards.

Who's got time for that shit? I've gotta feed my children some time this week.

I certainly learned to commence when I was a teenager.

Dude, no more Journey psych-outs.

Does John C. Reilly count?

We still occasionally refer to my son as "A.A. Ron".

Let me re-write that just a tad for my own amusement:
Bring on Trump's secret power bottom concert in White House.

Do not encourage the Internet.

Wait, you mean I have to pay attention to what's happening? I guess I'll have to shotgun each beer more quickly.

That episode has always stuck with me, for better or worse.

Disparaging the orb is an orbable offense.

That makes one of us, I suppose.

Huh. I mostly remember skipping pep rallies. There didn't seem to be any way to track attendance.

That would certainly settle the kids down. As long as the snack machine is well-stocked.

But what are tweets. Do you even know?

I find foreign police to be the most volatile. Especially when working under a conductor they are unfamiliar with.