Not where. When.

It's like clowns and Hawaiian pizza: utterly innocuous things dumb-dumbs think it's fun to make a show of hating.

I hope none of the ball bearings fall out or someone could choke.

Well, I'm the one you got.

Oh. Then me. I am.

First today, or first ever?

I intend to be one of the dead the living envy.

But once it all runs its course, it will be a stronger world, a stronger, loving world, to die in.

Dear Mr President Turmp, I am prince of sweeden and wiuld meed help to make transferr of 10 million$ US from Sweden bank.

Well, it ain't a mop, and it ain't a puppet, but oh, brother…

We should be so lucky.

It was muddy Club Internationals in the alley for this kid.

Who gives a fuck?

With a soundtrack by Dr Luke and R Kelly.

That's not true. We'll die eventually.

Shit stained? Where's Xanderpuss when you need him?

So, what's next for the Mooch? Fox News commentator or star of a reality show on Bravo?

I would have figured that was Metropolis.

I lost three or four pretty good lines thanks to that.

Actually, that was pretty cool.