Guys that work at weed dispensaries are like “No bro I swear it’s not gonna feel like you’ve been wrapped with bandages and locked in a sarcophagus for 2 thousand years” meanwhile the strain is named The Mummy’s Curse Comes True
Was recently informed the girl who used to hold my hand from the passenger seat every time I drove us has a nickname from a frat that rhymes with an STD.
In my mind bunnies only think in stock stealth game voice lines from patrolling enemies. "What was that?" "Just checking this out!" "Must have been the wind..." stuff of that nature.