RIP St George

I’d say these views are more mainstream than you might know.

“Short, quippy, and wrong.” You’re deciding someone else’s position for them, and then debating that.

“You’re a right-winger.”

“Finally! A fashionable shoe for the blind earthbender.”

A planetary population of completely gullible fuckwits that believe a fancy search engine is capable of anything beyond fevered hallucinations…

…well SHIT.

You don’t mind if i bathe in your toilet, do you…?

Saul Goodman. My typical response when i catch my own is “ducking autocorrupt.”

“I don’t like that question. I don’t LIKE that question. I don’t like THAT question…!”

Better than a beanie wieney.

“Oh, you’re really something aren’t you?”

“I am, and you’re nothing, aren’t you?”

Mr Smarty Pants got destroyed.

You bean-pondering bean ponderer.

He’s Schrodinger’s Christian. Mother fucker is so slippery, getting a straight answer out of him is akin to trying to nail jello to a wall. Good luck.

“What do you mean ‘belief?’ What do you mean by ‘in?’ What does ‘a’ mean?”

Don’t give them ideas, fuck!

I missed a step; how do i get from race ants to rave ants…?

Rookie numbers.

I had the Spanish inquisition on my bingo card, not Ded Sheeran. Bummer.

The answer to an “either/or” question is ALWAYS yes. C’mon, dude.

Just… leave the face.

In a similar vein, if Miss Cleo was actually psychic, why didn’t she ever call me?