Ya know, I wanna hate We are who we are. It all started with the title. This! Just this is all I could think of when I saw it:
I hope just “yep.”
I totally “yep, yep” the popcorn bag. Anyway, shit is fucked and we’re talking shit and awesomeness.
I want Andy pumpkin to nah this shit.
But this, put to screen. It is everything.
Sonic and shuckle!
I can eat a peach for hours.
Call me sentimental, call me an asshole, call me a dick, I can be pretty much be all of them, but I will say this. Or rather, this:
I’m down to call em all “Trump rally things.”
One Day At A Time is the name of a freakin soap opera, and I’m gonna die on this hill. Anyone that watches this show should feel much shame. I’ll point ya out and fight ya if it comes down to it.
Not possible. I wanna “come on, man” about him, but maybe he’s just not likeable to some people. I respect that.
Right. I guess I could call it Marvel’s Plebs and make a bajillion dollars on one-liners and shit hole movies.
Wth are yall all-stars doing greyed?
Yes, China movies.
Think of what you will of Bill Burr, but F is for Family is choice programming.
Even funnier, he clutches his chest and just collapses and dies while doing an interview by his helicopter. A crow passes by and shits on the face of his corpse.