Yeah, he basically files grievances against everything he sees in the room.

Er… I'll allow it.

I sexily object!

Sexual healing. And litigation. Sexual litigation.

Brevity is… wit.

*Raises eyebrows, frowns broadly, shrugs.

QUEEN GERTRUDE:
More Sharknado, with less art.

You should check your air ducts for unicorns.

It's especially good if you're trying to make babies. You've heard of "planned pregnancy?" It's rarer than simultaneous orgasm.

OU812

What about Netscape? Netscape is still around, right?

I don't think you have the password.

Nice tactleneck.
Edit: eh, who cares.

I really shouldn't have brought a knife to a Drakkar Noir fight.

You sound drunk.

Is it your first cup of coffee? You'd never guess, but there was canceraids in the percolator.

Of course you're right. I just don't see the appeal of being crammed into a darkened room with a group of strangers where nobody's allowed to have sex. Also: I do not want to be exposed to Axe body spray or any other perfumes.

That why I someone eat it!

Hard to believe that anyone is interested in seeing a movie on opening night, especially after the Batman tragedy.

Oh, I got the design for these penguin chapeaus from a very rare book that you've probably never heard of: The Necronomicon.