This isn’t even my final formal.
This isn’t even my final formal.
The second biggest roast Anakin would ever be involved in.
I never tasted a more delicious pizza than the personal pan pepperoni I earned from absolutely crushing the Book-It program. That big holographic button, covered in achievement stars. The pizza. Pure bliss.
Why they changed it, I can’t say…
“Birdie…” Ronald muttered, just above a whisper. “Bring me the McHammer.”
“Why Ronald?” the girl could only respond, fear quickly taking over her voice.
The clown ruler dropped his gaze to his oversized shoes. His gloved hand tightened into a fist.
“The Hamburglar has robbed his last fuckin’ meal.”
I assume the opossum was busy giving a press conference somewhere on behalf of the group.
I hate that I don’t have an argument against this.
“Can you believe this guy? He tells a joke at a funeral.”
“Doc, are you trying to tell me that you built a time machine…out of a DeLorean?!?”
“Marty, I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I have my meds properly balanced yet.”
“Heavy.”
“Precisely.”
Of course they can’t find them.
They all shipped out on the (ever-important) Golgafrinchan Ark Fleet Ship B.
“I am inventing electricity…and you look like an ASSHOLE.”
squints hard
Sean Mall?
Which Sean got his own mall? Or is it a mall specifically for Seans? As a non-Sean (cool rhyme, right?) am I forbidden from Sean Mall? Are Shawns allowed in?
My poor vision creates nothing but inquiries.
I instinctively read that in Homestar Runner’s voice.
Kind of the opposite, actually, lol.
I hunted it down online to wear at a convention. I cosplayed Holland and had the shirt on beneath my track jacket and yellow scarf.
This is the kind of magazine page that 90s-kid-me would stare at for hours fantasizing over. Even looking at it now, it’s surprisingly easy for me to ignore the objective technical limitations and get hyped.
Side note: can we talk about that 1ST PC GUN on the mid-left there? Dude…