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A Dullard
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All of them. Give me all of the fries.

As someone who has been corrected on this before, much to my embarrassment: ATM machine is redundant, like IRS service or NFL league.

Crap the booze out. It's become part of my vocabulary.

I thought Mac was the brains. Frank is the muscle.

I definitely read "Yo, it’s just a Sonic, bitch! What’s your problem?" in Jesse's voice.

I couldn't use the bathroom in my grandmother's house for years because of that scene in one Nightmare on Elm Street movie or another where the faucet handles turn into Freddy's hands. Naturally, I blame this movie for my poor hygiene.

There's a difference between goth and clinically depressed.
Goth chicks are good lays.

We're on bitcoins now.

Schlick. The word is schlick.

Elijah Wood came up in a conversation about attractive male actors, and I said I wanted to meet him so that I could put him in a mayonnaise jar with a stick and a leaf to recreate what he's used to.
No one understood the reference, and an uncomfortable silence followed.

I can't be the only one that looked around (in vain, as it turns out) for that pair of 3D glasses I had left over from that episode of Futurama.

This is true. See the above discussion about why the Spanish anchor was hotter (it better have reached that consensus by this point).

The Paddy's Pub "Egg": it's a jumping-off point!

It's not a rubber band, it's a conch ring.

I can't help but wish this was Carl Winslow instead. 

As zombies are wont to do.

Well, Connect Four has all that counting…

You're telling me Mission Hill wasn't an artist?