There are no moor jobs.

He got fired, though, which is close.

Michael Rapaport, star of Zebrahead.

I can count better than anyone. Anyone. I'm like the Rain Man. You drop the toothpicks, I count them up, we win in Vegas. No one can count like me. No one. I'm the best counter, bigly.

Repetition is what websites crave.

You know who else loves that stupid little "snowflake" insult?

It's almost like the more I reflect on this idea, the less effective it seems.

I'm not going to see any more movies unless they satisfy the following requirements:

We should build a wall.

Something something Dawes Frank Stallone something of cock.

Or maybe there's NOT a Wikipedia page for "alternative facts" already, hmmm?

Man, I hope so.

Revenge of the Shitkings.

WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A SEAT IN DA CHOPPAH!

That's gold.

Whoa, talk about reading too much into it. Get a load of this guy.

*game crashes
"I encountered a bug."

Only if you have the cheat codes.

We train young men to drop virtual fire on people, but their commanders won't allow them to teabag their opponents because: it's obscene!

It's an unskippable cutscene.