Let's just say… I circulate ;)
Let's just say… I circulate ;)
For me, that's the stuff of nightmares. Literally. I have actually had nightmares about things like this. Just think: even if they were soulmates, they would have needed space. Imagine talking to only one person for the rest of your life; one who doesn't really like any of the things you do, but without whom your life…
He got out of the chroniton boulder thing less than ten seconds before the reset so the universe didn't know where he was 10 seconds ago. It therefore thought "Fuck it, I might as well send him 90 degrees around the dimension of time, just for the lolz"
Don't knock menstruation, brah! It's the foundation of their entire career.
What a Dummy! But perhaps your friend needs a reason to love music over and above its innate awesomeness. We keep putting Undeniably great bands on a Pedestal that the uninitiated would find incomprehensible: they would be left Numb. Trust me, I foresee Sour Times ahead if we continue down these Roads of screaming and…
As an anthropologist, it is very clear to me that these young tykes should, in fact, get it on. I mean, the sheer lack of punctuation makes it impossible not to conclude that @avclub-4a41426212472d896dfc021d9e139baa:disqus is so blinded by lust that the periphery of his keyboard is but a blur. That, or there's a…
As mentioned above, Joey is a play on those Depression-era American Daydream Believers who went to California to find cheap work. Its mainly just a random joke highlighting how the Bowlarama means so much to Homer and yet is just another step towards an impossible dream for Joey, just as Homer's real job would be for…
One might say that Murray…
"spinny part" = drillbit
Tangentially connected: http://www.fat-pie.com/dril…
Oh God, that song was terrible! When the little kids start singing I want to sink my fingers into my chest, rip out the shriveled remains of my cynical heart, and shove a ventricle into each ear.
Plus, Feminists can use it to test whether a movie fits their unreasonable expectations!
I pity da Fool who marries Magrat!!
You have successfully made me want to be sorted into Phlegm House. I hope you're proud of yourself, because the bullying is going to be immense.
And Homer's computer wore tennis shoes.
Cool story brah!
Right on! 30 is the new 1E!
White Wine Spritzer SPRTIZER SPRITZER SPRITZER!
He calls himself DdinkGayge, with two Ds, he says, for a Double Dose of this Imping.
Oh, I naturally assumed that the J was for Joopsy. Mind=Blown
See also: Student Man.