Looks aren't everything though. When I use my "give me some sugar" line and wiggle my mouthparts the ladies swoon.

Sadly, I'm more of a Brundlefly.

Of course it does. It's in cahoots with those Zionist Keebler Elves.

And the rich Laurel Canyon sound of Spike Lee tweeting angrily.

Just once! *runs off crying*

It stuck with me. I'm a ball of tension when I drive. I think that's why.

The sequel to Baby Driver.

I've never been more scared than when, as a child, my drunk uncle sat me on his lap and made me drive. I crashed when he passed out with his foot on the gas.

Well we know Bannon's liver can't do it anymore.

With the horn of the General Lee blaring as he sped away.

Mr. Rogers?

He thought it was another 9/11 and just had to act. He's a patriot.

I recently found the Girlscout Samoa ice cream. It's the greatest.

Why would you say such a horrible thing?

I'm surprised that Alex Jones even has kids. You would think that he'd deny women his essence.

He doesn't even deserve the Purple Stuff.

It'll be Clint's nod to L'arrivée d'un train en gare de La Ciotat. The first film he watched in theaters.

Hey, don't knock the old metal rod shoved down your dick. Seriously, don't. It hurts.

The shipyard was the season that needed a rewatch from me to really admire it.

Oh, this is probably my third time watching it. But my first since the HD remaster. I kinda miss the grainy-ness of SD. And I hear you on Ziggy. I know I've had a few friends like him anyway.