Nothing matters but your obituary.
Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
"Is there a problem with my burger?"
Tip yo waitress
Lafayette always has room on my dash.
I just bought my Wonder Woman comic and these were the last two pages. Wonder woman makes me extremely happy.
AND SHE GAVE HIM A PIECE OF THE LASSO OF TRUTH I CAN’T.
This is so important.
|Me:||Where are the owls? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?|
|Hooters Waitress:||Please sir, you're causing a fuss and disturbing the other customers-|
|Me:||*banging my hands rhythmically on the table* WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE-ARE-THE-OWLS? WHERE ARE THE OWLS?|