Shortwave eroticism.
Shortwave eroticism.
And that’s not even taking into account the miseries of:
1: Fighting with insurance to let you have what you desperately need at a price that wouldn’t bankrupt you.
2: Fighting with your pharmacy over prescription issues.
3: Dealing with sudden nationwide shortages.
Fuck…
Jon Benjamin essentially does two voices.
1: Jon Benjamin voice. 2: Jason.
Take her to paladinner and a movie?
(Sorry.)
I honestly think this makes a pretty good fit.
Castlevania’s flashy, ornate aesthetic and over-the-top dramatics could transition nicely to the stage.
Like, imagine the WHAT IS A MAN monologue being belted out from centerstage under a spotlight and accompanied by organ music.
Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…
Star Wars: The Phantom Gribble
(And yeah, I know this is ROTS. Phantom Gribble just sounds funnier in my head.)
Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.
Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…
Hank Hill voice:
“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”
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…
I assume the opossum was busy giving a press conference somewhere on behalf of the group.
“Can you believe this guy? He tells a joke at a funeral.”
HELP WANTED: ENTERPRISING INDIVIDUAL NEEDED TO WORK CLOSELY WITH HUGE STAR.
LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WHO CAN TAKE THE HEAT AND THRIVE WHILE WORKING AT THE CENTER OF THE ORGANIZATION.
Neigh? Nay.