he’s “fighting for my fucking life!”

McDonald’s spicy mustard dipping sauce is for real amazing. Chicken McNuggets...not so much. But that spicy mustard dipping sauce - noms!

I still don’t get why people are so crazy about Chic-fil-a. I mean, it’s fine if it’s the only option on a road trip, but I much prefer Popeye’s. Or even KFC. Have I just only had bad Chic-fil-a or something?

Surely this won’t lead to women being prosecuted more vigorously than the abusers in their life.

I mean, he’s gotten away with everything up to now, so why wouldn’t he think he can beat the rap now? He’s never been proven otherwise.

They all wanna yum my yuck.

“I’m dating a guy with the funkiest tasting spunk.”

It’s well-known that dudes going by 3 names are psychos! Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth, James Earl Ray - woah, is he a cousin?!

Oh holy shit, I thought that some kind of weird throw-away joke. He’s seriously doing stand-up??

You’ve always had the secret! You just need stronger drugs than Benadryl. My friend swears by a Xanax & a shot of vodka.

Ditto!

Yeah, just wear a fucking cape, ffs.

And of course, there’s the corollary “Look how ugly she is, do you think a guy like him would want to fuck her?”

This movie also implied that those high-walled grey cubicles were terrible. You know what’s worse? OPEN OFFICE HOTELLING (hoteling? sp?). I DREAM of a high-walled grey cubicle where I can actually leave my red Swingline stapler, my lip balm, paper clips, hand lotion, etc without having to clear it off at night b/c…

I just re-watched this like a week ago & I honestly don’t know what relationships you’re talking about. But, like, the guys are all friends? The annoying people were always annoying? I’m confused. And tired.

Ahead of its time!

God, RIP Ted. What a great show.

Ha!!! I don’t know you or your friend, but I feel like we would all get along great with our filthy floors & metric tons of candles.

Can I just say I love the picture? They look like they’d be fun to hang out with.