If this ends up happening, then I'm starting a wistful guitar pop band called The Trash Can Mirandas.

Dan McCoy does mournful sighs better than anyone!

1.25x is a sweet spot, except for that one math prof of mine who sounds drunk if I watch her lectures at anything slower than 1.75x.

I know, I keep waiting for her to explain it all.

"Hey baby, I noticed you have a grappling gun. I have a grappling gun too."

Al-jebbra? Is that one of them new turrist groups?

I'M BRIE LARSON AND I'M MOVIN OUT UNICORNS!
BIG ONES! SMALL ONES! UNICORNS WITHOUT A HORN!
WE GOT 'EM ALL AT THE MOST INSANE PRICES!
CAN'T AFFORD A UNICORN? YOU CAN NOW!
BRIE LARSON'S UNICORN STORE! UNICORN STORE!

"…and we was banished from Woolworth's. I don't know, Everett, was it just that one or the whole chain?"

Yeah, but that community also killed Dumbledore.

Took me long enough that I had to slap myself once I saw it.

XANGA MOTHERFUCKERS

He should've played Dr. Temperance Brennan on Bones.

RADAR IS GETTING UPSET!

How long before someone turns these into vaporwave?

It's about time we had a rabble-rounsing patriotic movie about how Boston rallied together to hunt down Zooey Deschanel.

Manos are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own

No, just an overdramaticized instrumental version of the theme song with battle drums.

Once again, 2016 has told us, in no uncertain terms:
It. Means. BUSINESS.

I did nazi this pun thread coming.

"Ceiling babies, we'll make your nightmare true,
Ceiling babies, sweat that junk outta you…"