Sounds like Boops is applying to be my next ex-wife.
Sorry, R.J., I just got the universe to revolve tightly around me . I’m not going to loosen it to include you. It’s my turn and I’m not sharing.
There’s that word again: “Think.” What does it mean?
Go for the spleen, Boops. Who knows what a spleen even does?
I hope that lawn flamingo had good insurance.
Train wrecks are always fascinating.
So far, this guy is hitting all the right sound-bites.
That’s grounds for immediate execution, on the grounds of being a menace to the very foundations of human civilization.
Is that a musket in his left hand, or an oar?
“Hey, look!—Is that an iceberg up ahead?”
Sounds like Boops is applying to be my next ex-wife.