"He's not going to hurt the poor. He's too smart for that."
Oh, you infuriating fucking summer child. It'd be hilarious if I wasn't stuck in this hellbound handbasket with the rest of you fucking mongoloids.
"He's not going to hurt the poor. He's too smart for that."
Oh, you infuriating fucking summer child. It'd be hilarious if I wasn't stuck in this hellbound handbasket with the rest of you fucking mongoloids.
"Hey Eddie, good to see ya. How's your mother?"
"Who says i got a mutha?"
"Why Tommy, what have you been reading?"
We're talking about a being that causes untold suffering for profit. Aka, a bloodsucker.
You don't speak for everyone. Kiddo.
All glory to Space King!
And get these filthy girls out of here!
You don't get out very often.
"It's a titty bit nipply today. Best turn up the hooter."
I'm liking the change I'm seeing: fewer CEOs.
Can't murder a cockroach. Or a mosquito. Or a leach, or a bedbug, or a flea. You exterminate those.
Look around. Read the room. You don't speak for "everyone," kiddo.
I did not know that and will adjust accordingly.