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This mug featured nine cats smiling at me and each other with the encouraging words, “You’re very special,” written in delicate script above them.
Is there a Supreme Court bowling team called “Divided Court-United Ballers?” If not, why?
Hamlet: Literally The Lion King without any of the lions, any of Africa, any majestic rock, or any Nathan Lane.
I’m worried about the young white boy who watches this movie and doesn’t realize there’s pleasure in riding a helicopter that doesn’t entail gunfire.
And on that farm he had an FBI raid, mostly lawyers and tech nerds obsessing over Lloyd’s wind-powered mining ingenuity.
While I regret the damage to property, any who were there in person must have been moved by the shower of sparks emitted by that antique amplifier.
Let’s just relax and not keep score except in a silent and secretive manner that I will only publicize if I happen to be in the lead at hole 17.
A light dusting of cinnamon: This makes the coffee kind of taste like cinnamon, but just a little bit.
You ran a marathon? Impressive! How was it? I bet. The first five are always the hardest, then you move on to Ironmans.
SMÉAGOL: At least give me a chance. I mean, have you even listened to my podcast? My Preciouses?
We grew together. We have history. Does vape know that you used to slobber too much in your tween years?
Yes, to the gentleman in the back who just loudly questioned if Bernie is really dead, I assure you he is. This is his funeral. I’m sorry.