m29 in idea barrages

Title something ENGLISH AS A FINAL LANGUAGE.

You shouldn’t judge people by the haircuts of the people they’re dating. You shouldn’t. It doesn’t matter that you would be absolutely correct in your judgement. You still shouldn’t. For some reason.

Sometimes you step back and Realize Things. Like, they seriously have a long running series of animated advertisements where a family of cartoon bears are attempting to sell us on their toilet paper by rubbing it on their faces. It is utter madness but we are utterly inured.

“Alas, Poor Yorick,” he regarded the skull, “you should’ve quit while you were a head.”

The first time I saw “WLW” I struggled to parse it out. Wario’s Legendary Wardrobe?

You go out, it gets hot, salt water pours out of your very skin, small blood sucking monsters attack your entire body, you start to chafe in places you can’t see without a hand mirror. It’s awful. There’s air conditioning in here, there’s civilization. It’s wonderful.

Was there ever some banal post-modern fairytale thing where when the Pigs get attacked in the house of masonry that does not blow down, they cut in the song “She’s A Brick House”? It seems like that would’ve happened, somewhere, somehow. Minions probably involved.

One of the highest acts of cowardice is that Ozzy Osborne didn’t name one of his kids Oswald.