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I was outside when I read this on my phone. I came back to my office, logged in, and broke character just to upvote this.
I haven’t heard such an entertaining story since Aesop’s iTrip broke during our drive through the Western Expansion.
Last time I saw someone working their way to the bottom this terribly, they were being escorted by Virgil, okay?
“I’ve eaten three predators.”
– Laurence Fishburne.
“I’m sorry, I meant seasonings. I’ve been here ten seasonings.”
– Laurence Fishburne
“This is the best puerco pibil anywhere. In fact, it’s too good. It’s so good that when I’m finished, I’ll pay my check in predator dollars, walk straight into the kitchen and skin the cook. Because that’s what I do. I restore balance to this country.
I haven’t seen an idea this bad since Daniel Carson Lewis decided to go target shooting, okay?
Wow, I haven’t seen a wave ridden like this since Busey took to Snapper Rocks with a suitcase crammed full with amyl nitrate and Paul Williams’ body, okay?
This guys looks like a Boys From Brazil incarnate of Dan Dority mixed with some Allemanian King Charles the Third zygote for filler, okay?
I haven’t seen such a stretch since Osho Rajneesh went in for a scoliosis test, okay?
I haven’t seen this much alienation since Caan and Patinkin were out busting the jabluka ring of greater Los Angeles, okay?
This video makes Song of the South look like a Paul Robeson retrospective at the DuSable, okay?
Two days now? I haven’t seen someone so powerless since Mugabe’s Chief Economist met up with up with Karzai to split a Santa Fe Skillet, okay?
Bill Burr did a similar thing for over ten minutes when he was on the Opie and Anthony Virus tour in Camden/Philly. The your was so notorious for acts being booed off that it was ulimately cancelled.
What you feel, is what a Juggalo feels every day, okay?
A parody that retains the same character names of the source? I haven’t see paradigm so violated since Zeno told me the nearest Crate and Barrel was two blocks away, okay?
Even at 90-minutes, they should have called this thing ‘Nick and Norah’s Infinite Jest,’ okay?
I expected the camera to dive into the bill and reveal a tiny city before leading to the Saturday, seven-o-clock premiere, okay?
I haven’t seen so many triggers since me and boys got back from Manchuria, okay?
I haven’t heard such quality rhymes since hearing Miss Muffy on my Martin Logans.
Rogen makes Piero de’ Medici look like Chuck Yeager with a strong tailwind, okay?
Juggalos on internet radio makes about as much sense as Mummenschanz on the King Biscuit Flower Hour, okay?
Sorry. Didn’t mean to turn this place into Ignoble Gum, okay?
If my yawn got any bigger they’d have to assign it a hurricane name, okay?
I haven’t seen footage so compelling since Tarkovsky fired up the Konvas while going down Western Avenue, okay?
Winwood? That guy is more disagreeable than the Buddah’s stomach after some vindaloo, okay?
I haven’t seen a phrase so overused since Navarro met with a Barttlet’s, okay?