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Me: I heart Crowley.
Marcelina: I “less-than-three” Crowley.
Oh, cool! It’s milking the paint cow!
It’s just like breath! Bad breath is better than no breath.
Wait a second! This is “Capitalism”! I’m cheating, dammit.
It may be possible to do without dancing entirely.
I can’t believe Angua was such a brazen hussy.
Our border says “Go away”, not “come over here and look at our road signs”.
Me: How does one go about ravaging a mermaid? It seems to me that the farthest base someone can get to would be to fondle her bosoms.
Chungy: I read this story about a mermaid who was able to become immortal by making love with a man. That sounds kind of difficult.
Me: Maybe she laid eggs somehow… or yeah, maybe he really just fondled her bosoms.
Chungy: I can imagine some mermaid sitting on a street corner holding a sign saying “I wish to become immortal–”
Both: “–Please fondle my bosoms”!
Guy nearby: !
…But they didn’t break their necks, so we were really disappointed, because that meant our calculations were incorrect.
We tried to figure that in, but then we ran out of sand.
Erin: That’s not projectile motion anymore.
Me: That’s “we are bored and we have a Physics textbook”.
He’s a spooky guy. Was a spooky guy. Even spookier now, ’cause he’s dead.
Maybe the cancer will eat the pneumonia and I’ll be okay.