"Jay, you were supposed to kill it."
I tried, but like..
Suddenly I felt like maybe it had indendant thoughts and feelings,
And then I couldn't just dispatch it like it was just a worne out toaster, you know?
Sleep well, my little beauties.
"Tomorrow there will be powdered eggs?! Perfectly calculated for ideal footsoldier nutrition?"
Who told you that?
Whomever was a liar.
"Tastes like shoe rubber."
That's the attitude I was looking for.
I don't like you.
I have never liked you.
And there's a public historical record of my never having liked you.
"The cloud is your friend, Jay."
Any and all cloud can go fuck itself.
New Mexico, and maybe parts of Colorado..
It's summer. But..
"But what?"
You roll 45 minutes up that hill, and it's somehow magikally winter.
"Winter and Summer at the same fuckin' time?"
Winter and Summer at the same fuckin' time.
"What manner of sorcery is this?"
"You're 5'6" and 185 pounds?"
That is basically probably accurate.
"Where?"
Where what, sir?
"Where is the 185 pounds?"
I come from a very dense people, sir.
*roommate groupchat*
"I may have consumed everything I could find in the fucking kitchen again."
'*sighs* Jay?'
"I always put it back equal or better don't I?"
'Bulking?'
"Nha. Just 185 pounds of inexcusable putting anything in my mouth hole could be found. I was hungry."
But aren't you into girls?
"Sometimes. But not that one."
C'mon, man.
She has.. HUUUGE, tracts of land.
What's not to like?
"I just don't fancy her."
Okay. Your turn.
You pick one.
"You're going to say exactly the same thing."
Heh! That's pretty funny.
"I want full custody, he's dating a stripper."
Exotic dancer, your honor.
Don't be fuckin' rude, Susan.
We had a beautiful relationship.
Please be civil.