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For me it was that Story Corps story Danny and Annie. There is no defence against old people in love.
My most excellent monsters,
In all seriouslyness, this movie is going to be terrible. But I am going to love every minute of it.
with kind regards,
Monsters Ball is a happy place. Full of dancing gifs and unicorn magic. Keep it happy.
I was wondering the same thing. Theres a Statistical Analysis paper somewhere in this.
Voting Habits of Monsters: A Study in Redundancy.
One time I saw this Corgie/Yellow Lab cross at the Humane Society. I was gonna get it and name it Queen Elizabeth but some stupid family got it for their kids. Stupid kids.
Winnipeg Videogummers Unite!!!
After reading the entire GPP post, I have decided that we monsters have become like a group of malnourished teenagers travelling across country in a small car with no air conditioning. We need time apart.
Or at the very least, we need some pancakes and a bath.
It’s just a phase. Soon he will be listening to Beach Boys like all the other pengins I see in Coke commercials.
If you watch a gif on repeat, does that mean you watch it twice as much? Not trying to make you look silly, just random thought that came to me…
or the one contestant that made a wish to a magic fortune telling vending machine and became a big girl and now wants to live life like a adult and she thinks being an adult mean being on the Bachelor.
It’s a facebook thing, Mr. Winwood.
Save me Barry!
You think a guy like that get this close to internet stardom and sticks his head out? After this, my guess is you’ll never here from him again. Seriously, never.
CS – My name is Carlos Irwin Estévez. You attacked my country. Prepare to die.
The thing that makes me happy in this world is your song.
It would appear Bob is, in fact, not on the job.
Mufasa: You must avenge my death, Kimba…I mean Simba.
Darth Vader: Luke, I am your father.
James Earl Jones: This is CNN.
Bleeding Gums Murphy: Will you guys pipe down? I’m saying goodbye to Lisa!
Vader, Mufasa, Jones: We’re sorry.
Homer: “Help me Jebus!”
Homer: You mean…I’m on my own? I’ve never been on my own! Oh no…on own…on own! I need help…oh, God, help me. Help me, God!
[phone rings, Homer answers it very slowly]
Man: Hello, Homer. This is God…frey Jones from the TV magazine show “Rock Bottom”.
Duffman can’t breathe! Oh no!
Mmmmmm forbidden donut.
“Thats it!! Back to Winnipeg!!”
…..this one is only important if you’re from Winnipeg.
Stage hand: Who is playing with the London Symphony Orchestra? Come on people, somebody ordered the London Symphony Orchestra… posssibly while high. Cypress Hill, I’m looking in your general direction.
Does this mean that Barry Manilow is actually the bastard child of a very tasteful throw pillow?
The really sweet thing to do would be to go to the opening night and scream as loud as they do at the really mundane crap. Like when Sparkles says “the”. He’s always doing that.