And only watch the Palph Fiennes Kirstin Scott-Thomas vehicle “The Foreign Patient.”

I wanna donate blood with you!

I do love a cigarette after a big meal.

This is great, but even better would be the option of having your take home meal donated to someone in need. In fact, give the meal to some who needs it, and give me a shot of bourbon instead, right when the blood alcohol content goes a lot farther.

Dear Nobody,

I would make two versions of this: one to eat and the other to make love to.

Chunk is great and all, but this story is at least a year old. Here’s the original Dodo post from September 2019.:

Airports also allow a safe space for rival criminal families to meet. Something I learned from Romeo Must Die.

Cooking with a banana peel is a slippery slope.

And why don’t chimps utilize inferior creatures in the same way? “He could straddle a goat and ride off into the sunset,” the director muses.

I did eat a clown once. It tasted funny.

Wanting to get fucked by the guys in Bad Company is a Rock and Roll Fantasy.

Dear Nobody,

I lost my virginity to the Headmaser at Hogwarts. I’m calling it a Dumblebrag.

Feel like we need that bit from The Electric Company (or was it another kids show) where they have the two people on opposite sides of the screen combining parts of words into one:

But I suppose it’s nice for vegetarians to have options.

A pot parched with perfume of pickle presents a perfect present for pending parties.

Would eating a plant-based diet at an offsite location make one “remotely vegan”?

O’Donnell would have been perfect as Steve Bannon.