The problem there isn't even restricted to the rhyme, but also trying to ram those four syllables at the end of the verse.

"…who's still kinda wavy"?
"…who always eats gravy"?

I presume it's someone who wants to be a novelist but works in real estate to get by, kind of like a barista actor.

Depends what's on the seat.

Are you also owning up to Chef Boyardee?

"…by getting exercise burning crosses."

Don't judge — some of us have more…unusual…proclivities.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.

What do you know, the "Tay Zonday" A.V. Club tag has actually been used before.

It made the Kessel Run in 12 fucks.

"Hey, I didn't get any!"
- Goebbels

In MacArthur Park?

Raw or cooked?

Certainly not with those teeth.

Ancient Charlize secret, huh?

If this world also allows me to dial up Farrah Fawcett on a cross between the Star Trek transporter and Tinder, I'm in.

I doubt that Tomi will learn a valuable life-lesson and help out the less fortunate.

But now she has, so presumably that will make her far more compassionate. Right?

The problem has always been the femi-, and not the -nazi.

I believe the Fleshlight Corporation may want a word with you.