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I hope you full-on Kriegered them. 

Sure we do. If & when you ever get near one, we’ll all surely get a hearty chuckle out of it. 

Great scott, you’re right!

Ha ha, that’s totally right!

I sat on my rescue dogs, and now I don’t have any dogs. I think I’m gonna do just fine.

Plus the bow in her hair’s a different color. Maggie has a blue bow. Granted, that could mean they forgot to color it, but I’d prefer to give them the benefit of the doubt. 

Me too, at least over the last couple of years. Tinnitus kinda snuck up on me out of nowhere. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me, but in a completely silent room, it becomes noticeable enough to make falling asleep tough some nights.

Hooray! I’ve always wanted an easier way to be annoyed by an entire Internet’s load of shitty MST-wannabes.

Umm, now! Wait, no... now we are!

Comcast is a wireline carrier. They’re not throttling PrimeFlixTube, yet. 

As a side note: Goddamn. We’re now further away from 1985 than 1985 was from 1955. Now where’s my walker?

Neat!

I still have a launch day PS2. Unfortunately, it likes to scratch the crap out of disks, so I can’t use it anymore. 

You try and tell the young kids of today that, they won’t believe you.

And Menudo.

Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a

You were lucky.

Cardboard box?

Look for the union label, when you are newswiring...