Mooooooo.
Cow King
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Dear Spider-Man,
Thanks! I could use a good drink after some asshole online told me to order a Hawaiian Punch Latte.
The Rogue's Wallet. That's where he kept his card, his dirty little secret. Short, devious, balding. His name was Costanza. He killed my mother.
You dare question the psychoanalytical chops of a Family Video clerk!?
Donald Trump? The real estate developer?
Palpatine, good guy, smart guy, like me, a real entrepreneur, went from senator to emperor, real smart guy, but his Death Star? Gray? That's a loser color. A color for losers. Trump Star's gonna be fabulous, pure gold, it's gonna be the best, have the best, the best taco bowls anywhere, the best. I love bothans!
I knew it was a bad idea for her to get "to my favorite Soviet spy" engraved on the gun!
God, that time-jump. I kept expecting the hammer to drop a la "Gliding Over All"
Peanut butter decadent. Jelly decadent. Bread all you need!
Contracts ought to be interpreted so that each clause is consistent with every other. A fair reading of the phrase "all the nights to come" is all the nights to come until the death of the pledger. The fact that the phrase "all the nights to come" follows the clause "I pledge my life" strongly suggests that the nights…
(punch toughens up 7 year-old me, becomes jock, never comments on the The A.V. Club)
(universe implodes because of time paradox)
(asks if anyone wants to play Dungeons and Dragons)
7 year old me did. Blame him!
Except this time it was just the little death.
tits and witches (and werewolves and vampires and undead and incarnations of ancient evil)!
In 1789, they conquered the monarchy. But in 2016, they'll learn that love conquers all. BASTILLE DAY, in theaters this Summer.
Well, it's a question anyway.
Heaven? That's an odd name. I'd of called it Chazwazzers.
One might even call you Epuna.