How are you spending your Purim?

I believe there may be a building, I believe there is care, I fear horrible advantage.

They’ve brought the inflatable rat to our doorstep. Its presence, formidable; its drain on our electric bill, deeply felt.

Sun’s about to come up where I am.

And for that I am pure. I have never even heard of a thing called ‘soot.’

There’s a fridge in the kitchen and suddenly I need to kiss it.
I know the handle is broken and kept on by masking tape
I hope to take that handle in mine.

I call front.
If we’re ever in a human centipede.
I call shotgun.

but to be honest, he’s nothing after you meet George.

There’s potential for danger there.

I believe you. Wait, no. I believe in you.

Cool. Not cool but—cool.

Are you sure it’s not the feeling ‘joy’?

Not much happens in this one.

Can we not talk about the hole?

I started calling my boss Leave-my-Wife-With-Cancer-for-a-Younger-Woman Dave, but it didn’t really stick.

And if you play long enough, your brain will look like a well-roasted cauliflower.

Nono don’t read the description, it’s much better without the description.

Peel the fruit, throw out the peels, eat the fruit, reconsider, eat the peels also.

I love the way he says isolate.

Well it’s always going to be a little unappealing.