me: hey medieval peasant. i'm from the future peasant: oh art thou here to try to kille me with doritos me: no i just wanted to say you were right all along about hot buttered bread. it fuckin rocks peasant: it DOTH rock me: it DOTH peasant: tis the GOATE
hey baby i hear the ruins a'calling
might just as well become hp lovecraft of comedy novels if his shit was so scary. i'll just go "the witticism he heard was indescribably droll, splitting sides over untold aeons" and you guys better fucking appreciate it
Bro! You are not "orb pilled", you are not "sphere based". You are corrupted by an evil ball from space, bro. Bro, put it down before it mutates you into... bro! Great, you're its thrall now. You're all thralled out. You're minion-maxing, bro. Stop it!
[phonecall with criminal] FBI Agent: keep him on the line for 2 more minutes me: ok.. *twirling phone cord* no you hang up. haha no you hang up
i can't believe caesar salad wasn't invented by julius caesar
the olympics is going too fast, i can't folow it. they need to go slower
*yelling from inside the getting kicked in the nuts factory* it's actually insane that you guys won't come in here
You alright man? I keep seeing small damage numbers coming off you