Phrasing.
Phrasing.
I am the only one still awake.
Phras-nah.
Aww. You really are just a big ol' mushball tonight, aren't you? Hug it out, dude! *hugs*
o͡͡͡╮╏ ◕ ◡ ◕ ╏╭o͡͡͡ Raise your dongers for Occam!o͡͡͡╮╏ ◕ ◡ ◕ ╏╭o͡͡͡
In that you are the best? I agree with this wholeheartedly.
Small Addendum to Original Line For This Particular Instance: "Hurricanes are good, Eric."
Best leaping high five ever, hands down. (Hehe. Get it? Hands down? Because high fives involve hands! And now that I've explained my terrible joke, it is even more terrible!)
I knew I could count on you to stand with me in hue-solidarity :).
*cut to Dave casually tipping over a garbage can as he Likes both comments*
*circle five*
That is a fantastical list. Can I have a leaping high five for Spoon? Their album elicits feelings in my robot soul that I thought were long dormant.
Quick, do the Fat Dog! It's not made up!
You are and I still wouldn't change a single thing about you, you nutter.
See, I was thinking more along the lines of a fully covering fluffy onesie, but now you've gone and said "thong" and I've essentially morphed into a pile of red on the floor. I commend you, but also, bollocks.
Geez, I forget to change out of my pj's ONE TIME.
Don't be silly, North Korea couldn't hack my systems even if they wanted to - I never use Sony hardware.
*clinks whiskey with Kojak*
I agree, if only to make it all the more theatrical when you engage in the pants-off dance-off the Communists host each year. (NO PHRASING!)