I’ll take what I can get.
I remember a story wherein Mel Blanc was only pulled out of a coma once his son talked to him using Loony Toons dialogue.
I’m convinced that’ll be me when I’m older. “How is Babby formed?” Oh that means he wants his ice cream.
Before the gun, the scythe, before the scythe…?
Bad bot.
This is Hellraiser, right?
I’d have a hard time returning/might stay away out of spite/principal.
I hope Musk OD’s tonight in a depressive bender. Piece of shit.
She didn’t want to. She didn’t belong in that body.
Glad to make your acquaintance and I hope my presence has brought some joy to your day so as to offset the points lost from the ant I stepped on this morning.
This for-profit social platform will be different guys!
Well he won’t be allowed back in the press room anytime soon.
Zombo’s never left me 🫂