may 30 in idea barrages

Rhea Pearlman was produced by forcing Rhea Oysterman to ingest grit and then waiting patiently.

Yes but where are all the soft-boiled crime dramas? A leggy dame saunters into a detective’s office trying to figure out who keyed her car. A sweaty man with an unplaceable accent needs a gumshoe to determine his wife’s favourite flower. Stuff like that.

If you have been catfished by someone you believed to have been Sylvester Stallone and you don’t yell “I’m been Ramboozled!” you have just wasted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

These people saying “I won’t vote for anyone but Bernie!” while Trump is cursing out journalists yelling “I AM THE STATE!” Jesus Christ, you butt-hurt children, I’m sorry you didn’t get your Playstation for Christmas but we have a fire to put out here.

Why call your food “sweet” when you could technically be correct calling it “unsavory”?

Yes, Popeye, we understand the joke you are making when you say you’re going to go eat at the Olive Garden. It was absolutely funny the first sixteen times but it got old. Get new material, Popeye. There are other jokes.

People in pyramid schemes are scrambling to figure out how to profit off people trying to not go to work by selling them inessential oils, allowing them to pass for non-essential employees.

I like to think that the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janero is just trying to figure out if it has stopped raining or not.