a psychic in Brooklyn told me I was going to “go to the Grand Canyon with a woman named Angie from San Francisco this year” and I gotta say that’s a big swing on a guy who knows 0 Angies and it’s already August
GENIE (sighing): you have one left, please don’t wish for anything weird
ME (standing with six Art Garfunkels): okay so you know the band Simon and Garfunkel?
[I’ve traveled back in time to 1720]
JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH: do they still play the harpsichord in the future?
ME: only Vampire Weekend sometimes
JS BACH: Vampire We-
ME: do you want to try texting and driving?
FRIEND: you know the Muffin Man?
ME: yeah he lives on Drury Lane.
FRIEND: how do you know that?
ME (showing him google results on my phone): he’s a registered sex offender
[first date]
HER: well, I’m still hung up on my ex from college. Do you have any baggage?
ME: it has recently come to my attention that I have been under a voodoo curse due to my actions in early 2015
[scooby doo]
FRED: an abandoned amusement park, should we stop gang?
SCOOBY: ruh roh
DENNIS FARINA: there’s no goddamned seatbelts in this friggin’ van
[Hitler is using a Time Machine to come forward in time and kill me]
HITLER (w/ gun): Prepare to die!
ME (muttering): this isn’t how it’s supposed to work