Please Join Us for a Celebration of Life Without Uncle Andy
Uncle Andy contained multitudes. At his worst, he was a truly hateful, combative, and cruel man. At his best, however, he was also really annoying.
Uncle Andy contained multitudes. At his worst, he was a truly hateful, combative, and cruel man. At his best, however, he was also really annoying.
Your vibe was soooo post-op lobotomy patient. Like, instead of being human, you were just impersonating one, you know?
Get that stethoscope out of your ears so you can hear me loud and clear when I tell you to Back The Hell Off.
Money? Money? Money? Excuse me. Money? Money? Money? You. Give. Now. Money. Me.
But let me be clear: your hesitation to place a single mark on any of my acid-free, silk-finish pages is one hundred percent correct.
I don’t expect to meet anyone by joining your Club, but I wouldn’t be upset if someone asked about me. Has anyone asked about me yet?
Our competitors have all sucked up extremely hard to get here, but only one unctuous little twerp will advance to the county-level semifinal.
But the more upsetting headlines I skim, the more likely it seems the dream of enjoying a career-best performance by Hugh Laurie is out of reach.
The Great Pumpkin: Well, it was the ‘60s. We were all experimenting. I started messing around with cloves.
A New Ache: Jonah awoke one morning to find his feet had been possessed.
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
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