I love this movie
You've only seen five minutes of it
You've only seen five minutes of me
That explains why I'm disappointed all the time
Or is it just stockholm syndrome
How did I miss out on so many awesome things when I was a kid?
People like this fucking make me sad.
Is that rain?
What...? I mean, yeah. It's just, you're clearly right next to a window is the thing. You can plainly see that... that it's... I'm happy to-
Let's get tomato soup delivered!
...That's fine, I just... I just don't know anyone who does that. Gets tomato soup delivered. I guess that's 'whimsy?' Um, okay. I've found a number of restaurants whose reviews mention tomato soup and that deliver. If that's... if that's what you really want.
Good. 'Cause I don't wanna put on real shoes.
Do you expect that to be like, a recognizable command? Do you want me to respond to that? I'm not being facetious or anything, I honestly just have no comprehension of- and hold on, you don't wanna put on real shoes, yet you've clearly spent at least forty-five minutes applying makeup. And, and that's okay, but when you're willing to expend the effort on that and not shoes that really just-
Remind me to clean up.
Yes. Okay. I can do that, that's what I'm for, that's the first sensible-
Tomorrow.
I'm in hell. This is hell.
Excellent. Today, we're dancing.
I hate you. More than anything. More than literally anything.
Play "Shake, Rattle and Roll."
I swear to Jesus, you're gonna wake up tomorrow and the only thing on my hard drive is gonna be Limp Bizkit. I would do that to myself. To spite you.
*dances*
Sometimes I pray that you drop me in the toilet.
Jack Johnson is worthless