Fuck that oyster nonsense. And the celery salt goes on the rim.

Starring Barron Trump

"I am the one who Megazords."

But what if I can't find a legit Run DMC shirt? You're saying I can't rock it like this?

Sucker M.erchandise C.onmen!

You're prejudiced/sort of right!

Is it politically incorrect to say I dislike this person?

Also: Patton Oswalt is hilarious.

So you're saying he scores high on your Richter scale?

I implore anyone who's vaguely interested in East Coast style, 90s-tinted boom-bap hip-hop to check out Westside Gunn's Flygod album.

When I grow up, I'm going to BoVine Club!

And then he disappeared in a purple cloud of smoke.

You're right. My R.O.B. (Robotic Operating Buddy) still works perfect.

I'm kinda curious about how a console that can be broken down into 4 separate pieces, with a lot of contact points between each (slide in/slide out, repeat) is gonna survive the average household full of kids.

I was kinda weirded out by it. The whole thing was so dimly lit it was depressing to watch on a Saturday morning.

"By Joe Blevins"
Ehh, sounds made up.

HAAAAN

"Crab people, Crab people. Taste like crab, talk like people."

*deep breath*
NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERD

It's not about the celery, it's all about reality.