Stop handing me papers!

Are you strumpeting a particular position here?

[SPACE SHERRIFF BARNEY FIFE SHOWS UP, SNIFFLES, AND ARRESTS EVERYBODY]

He signed an agreement not to eat them, so it's cool.

Man, talk about waking up to Polonius in my morning tea.

NOW it feels like an Arby's night.

I mean, Jeff Probst is just flaunting those meaty calves there.

Peter Quill: I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon…
Rocket Raccoon: Raccoon? What's a raccoon?
Peter Quill: You are! I've seen many of them, like you, on Earth!
Rocket Raccoon: Ain't no thing like me, except me!

(the password is, "covfefe.")

Fun fact: this actually happened in Albuquerque.

He kept it in the Dark, so as to avoid the stigmata of being an alcoholic.

Pro tip: if you are ordered to get bowel prep the day before a procedure, you do as told.

"Carnage bonds with a totally evil serial killer named Cletus Kasady."
Yep, it checks out!

I remember…Chili Con Carnage…
—Alex Jones.

Feels like an Arby's night.

I just hope to survive the upcoming Thumb Wars.

Worst Choose You Own Adventure ever.

Never enough love for Kate Beaton here. Although her comics inadvertently made a girl dump me back in the day.

If it's a unisex BR, I flip the seat back up, so that whoever's next will say how rude for pissing and not putting the seat back down, rather than wondering what the hell was forced out of my bowels.

A lot of Madchester here, I like it.