Man, and here I was, thinking for years it was tomatoes.

It is a quandary.

He built his clown, and the clown ate him. Surely there is a lesson there.

I must come to terms with the fact that I am pushing the wrong flavor of crazy in my poorly-written Amazon crap.

Come now, Patsy, we know that’s not how that works.

I was just thinking that, but I just went over the age limit and have nothing to waiver with.

Dammit, I knew I shoulda gotten here sooner!

Damn, now I wanna play some Shadowrun.

Did your guy make you do squats as well?

Welcome back to the pit, kiddos.

Dammit, Sitwell, stop advertising the plan!

Trogh! Me find talkie-talk goat! It say have brothers and me should wait! Do Trogh think goat in meadow worth two goat on bridge?

I think he’s saying we should do some squats in honor of what the investors will be left with.

I feel this study may be pulling more from KRS-One’s findings published in Return of the Boom Bap.

Downtown’s death gave us Megas XLR, right?

But I don’t wanna go to Wendy’s!

Ahh, c’mon, Zarquon! Give the giant mutant roaches that will herd the surviving humans a chance! They may even be able to take the Morlocks!

They’re making water parks with our water, on our dime!

I’m still so proud of the nephew that took to picking locks like a champ.

I used to force myself to do twenty-five squats if he ever liked any of my responses, and another twenty-five if he responded.

That’s kinda like being a fan, right?