Well, there’s something you don’t see every day.

Wow! I hope your neighbour’s wife isn’t home when he’s away, what, with a monster like that in the house. She’d be fucked!

That’s … uh … that’s one hell of a LED. Who installed it? From where was this colossal diode purchased? Just, y’know, given the sun has 99.99% of the mass in the solar system, it would’ve taken quite the team. Ask him if it was illegal immigrants, ‘terking the jerb’ of galactic stupidity away from him and his peer group!

“I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered!”

I’ll Dick your York … !

I’m wondering what would keep the part in the atmosphere from building up a massive electrostatic charge.

They need to have a swarm of dollar signs being sucked into that megachurch.

Go on TV for paid interviews.

I found this informative and mind-blowing. I know that sounds like spam, but it’s relevant to the heat death of the universe and entropy and time stopping.

https://youtu.be/uD4izuDMUQA?list=RDuD4izuDMUQA

I always say that too. It’s only really weird when I’m chanting it in elevators.

Cow substitute. The vegans use it. ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Bovine!’

Like electing people who say they’re going to do something about them?

I done had me a case of the hoary puffleg the other night, dagnabbit.

Depends on how much he pays the judge.

White supremacy newsletters sound like something that should be utterly mocked.

“Welcome back to this edishun of White Like Me! In news this month, I’m still white. But I did get a nasty sunburn on account of how I done had to stand out in the sun for a half hour in my best y-fronts to fix that lazy Jim Bob’s truck before I could take it on date nite with my sister. I blame them coloured folks with their melanine and new world order ties to the Demoncrates weather control sattelights an theyre five gee! When Elon fills the sky with his sattelights, then we gon see some progress! Hail Elon!”

It’s creepy how Vance’s eyes are looking at me, and it’s creepy how Trump looks like he anticipates going to the malt shoppe later.

I probably wouldn’t have a giant picture window in front of the toilet.

I can’t not believe I can’t believe it’s not butter, but when I do, I believe it.

And the media propagandists who helped foment things.

Things take just that little bit longer to do. Walking somewhere, shopping, mowing, even getting ready to go out. I have to adjust my timetable, extend the time it takes to do things, which cuts into my day, leaving less time for the things I want to do. Which always happened, it’s just that now it takes longer.