There’s comfort in the mundane.

“Before we tear each other apart like a pack of maniacs, how about we open the sack first? It might not even be worth it.”

Missouri? More like “misery.”

I suppose the Breaking Bad Mexico filter works for the better here.

What a petty ring of clowns.

I know I’m a vindictive jackass myself, but I’m not going so far as to sink the boat I’m in with a bunch of people I hate for all fifteen seconds of a good laugh.

Is it okay if I make a “frogga” joke on here?

Happiness is bashing your head against a wall, trying to save the galaxy at large as they race to bury their own heads.

You say that as if it were the hypothesis and not the answer.

Honk

Why stop at just the teeth?

Me when I lie so hard through my teeth that I don’t need to floss anymore.

Excellent. The clowns are running the circus.

Maybe we could have a shared possession agreement like a venn diagram?

Not sure. All the same, have a good rest of your weakened.

If he did, someone took the course for him.

I agree. As much as I hate the flare throw distance and the empty click of my flare bag, I have to recognize there is a fragile balance struck by all the classes’ functionality and having anything short of a full roster should mean you’re not at full strength.

I know the fight is supposed to be overwhelming for Steve, but I wish there were fewer camera cuts or that the camera movements were a bit smoother.

Did they change this intro? I could have sworn the music was different as was Homer’s line at the end.

It’s a bit weak until you get your hands on the pump-action module.

“I read your book, Mr. Hitler! Super good!”

Some jokes write themselves.

Why is Ewan McGregor from Trainspotting angry?

a man with a beard and glasses stands in front of a microphone ALT: a man with a beard and glasses stands in front of a microphone

This pun brings certain emotions.

And to think we live with technology that lets us select and look up definitions in the span of seconds.

Human Revolution is good. But damn if I can’t go back to it.

Nah, it’s hot cross buns.

I’ve had this one Calvin and Hobbes strip which has lived rent-free in my head which has been particularly useful this past decade.

Guy’s gotta eat.

No need. I already know what sort of greasy motherfucker Randy is.

I thlammed my penith in the car door.