LEONHART

Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting "vintage alternative" music and it was fucking "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers.

Vintage.

I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.

Maybe they're just from a sex-positive couple into CGSM.

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...

Honestly, it's been so long I'm not sure I can even differentiate anymore.

Flanders's breakdown is the most earned and satisfying character moment in television history.

Hank Hill voice:

"Just look at it, Bobby. It's got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h'wat."

This is what I'd imagine a firearm designed by Amano Yoshitaka would look like.

Hell yeah.

Hold her close and treat her as your own personal slice of...

HEAVEN OR HELL!

ROUND ONE!

LET'S ROCK!!!