He’s Mister Heat Miser, he’s Mister Sun. He’s Mister Heat Blister, he’s Mister 101!
Why not just stand on the chair right next to you Brainiac?
His/her/it’s name is Bleeb. And if it’s not careful it’s in danger of being buried alive!
Sam Elliot has taken up bartending I see.
He’s being his normal, charming self as well!
It’s over before it started.
Arguing about politics is pointless. No one is going to change the other person’s point of view no matter what is said. So it’s best to let it be.
Agreed, when you go, you GO.
Bleeb is Close to Home’s “Where’s Waldo”.
First time I’ve ever witnessed how lethal those word balloons can be.