He was the son of Godzilla, after all.
“TO FIND IT… TO FIND IT… TO FIND IT…”
God help you if he takes his right hand out of his pocket.
Shiiit, man. That honky mofo messin’ mah old lady–got to be runnin’ cold upside down his head, you know?
It’s blue play-dough, we have boundaries.
You know what somebody’s going to go and do now.
I was hoping you could help me with
Just kick back and relax, you’re good for 10 days!
I made a shit comment, I’ll admit. It’s just frustrating to see multiple top-level comments in meme, 196, and shit post threads shitting all over a clever joke because of a technicality. It’s a fucking giraffe, this is not a PSA.
Ah, yes! Another joke solved by Lemmy! Thank God nobody has to laugh at this amusing thought anymore. What an upsetting situation that would have been.
Maybe he has another one somewhere.
We would have accepted “get the fuck out.”
Kind of like a bell, in a way. There’s the initial ‘slap’ when it hits the ground, or wall, or face of a child. But then there’s this distinct, hollow ringing that lives on until it’s caught or it bounces again.
Is that… Is that a citation? Jesus Christ, that is dark!
Disqueue, then.