CENTCOM told me Iran keeps shooting down his Reapers so I asked how many Reapers he has and he said he just goes to the hanger and gets a new Reaper afterwards so I said it just sounds like he's feeding Reapers to the Iranians and then his pilots started crying
Every time House of the Rising Sun comes on in the bar I go insane and get possessed by a real life mud demon from the Mississippi Delta it's really bad and I am legitim,ately a danger to those around me
I received a lifetime ban from FanDuel after they discovered I was tracking female athletes' ovulation cycles and betting accordingly. Despite 50x'ing my initial investment, I couldn't afford a lawyer to dispute it because I already burned through my profits by sending a findom mistress $500/hour to tell me about my astrology chart in a gentle breathy voice over Discord. Admittedly, a decent chunk of my winnings went to buying crystal meth which may have exacerbated this financially crippling infatuation. That little whore was right though, I'm totally a Pisces
Goodbye, Morris. We are all gonna miss you. You could be hard on directors, make-up artists, costumers - really anyone with arms or legs - but I know you did it for the ultimate good of the film. The day you wouldn’t come out of your trailer unless we sent in 40 heads of lettuce taught me a powerful lesson: never compromise your art. I will never forget at craft service that time when we split the Three Musketeers bar and you let me have the bigger half. But that’s who you were.
I know your character’s decapitation in the first movie precluded your participation in the sequel, but we all appreciated the fruit basket and the hilarious note. I will miss the sound of your tail sliding through the tall grass, your cold, bumpy skin, but, most of all, I will miss your infectious laugh. Thanks to Mr. Young for taking care of you all these years, and vaya con dios, old friend.