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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.
“Show Me the Money!” I kept shouting this because I thought it was pretty funny (I mean, we were in the casino and I was trying to win the big bucks)
Making people feel connected was important to him. I think it would mean a lot to him to continue connecting with people by following us on Twitter.
One look at a picture of pink circle meat and I can taste the salty sweetness melting into my mouth before I can even say “side ham, if you please.”
‘Sup Reject, Thanks for your interest in pursuing the most radical career opportunity of your life with us. After scopin’ out your CV, nah.
The anecdote of how you got the Sublime sun tattoo on your arm was, well, compelling, but my wife-to-be has never listened to "40 Oz. to Freedom."
Candidate: (unintelligible) Translation: Probably a profession of love for taco bowls?