That thing that happens between the explosions and screams, I think. I think it’s when the audience gets horny, maybe.

It’s so obvious that it’s not a cucumber model. The most likely explanation of this object is that someone’s friend dared them to eat only wet clay for two weeks. After significant constipation, they shit out the smoothest turd ever known to mankind. Of course, they did the reasonable thing in this situation and fired, glazed, and displayed their achievement.

I wonder if they want me to shut up…

Well, I was one of the last ones in within my department. Guess I’ll be second on the chopping block.

I wouldn’t be surprised to see LEE High School soon change back to its original (Robert E.) Lee. A name that was chosen the same year that modern civil rights were amended into the Constitution.

I want to produce boxed recipes under a product line named “Jamaican”

• Jamaican a pie
• Jamaican mac and cheese
• Jamaican chicken with mushroom gravy

I also wanna make a perfume line named “Eureka,” following the same general idea but with awfully generic scent names

• Eureka flowers
• Eureka citrus
• Eureka chicken with mushroom gravy

I like getting hit with hotdogs. It don’t bother me none.

Everybody let me see you clap your hands. Clap your hands like this!

This seems like a very ambitious project and a great learning experience for someone working on their own. For a similarly ambitious project, check out the Liberux NEXX. The project didn’t reach its crowdfunding goal, but they did make some progress before rolling up the rugs.

I don’t know if they’re looking for contributors or if you’re in a place to contribute, but most of the project is open source. You could probably get in touch with them and ask for any advice, successes and failures, and even if they have parts (such as their dev-board) that they can give you access to.

A greens grocer is 6 feet tall with a 54 inch chest and 36 inch waist. What does he weigh?

That’s a gross over generalization. I’m plenty ashamed of myself!

Practically a documentary

Mr. President, please stop arguing with the mirrors

Shit, that’s the thing I’m most scared of: things that scare me.

Are you speaking of the worm or the spaghetti? My grandfather’s work was doodoo!

“I’m here with someone who eats brunch and wants you to know about it. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Free??? Only for us billionaires!

Put it up or suffer my petulance!

“I hate him for all the right reasons, but not voting for him might set a precedence to me getting called out for being an asshole!”

Don’t threaten us with a good time

By that measure, “After the Hunt,” with Ms. Roberts playing a college professor combating cancel culture, is a catastrophe. It cost an estimated $70 million to make and collected $3.3 million in the United States and Canada after playing for a month.

That sounds like a movie that should have cost $300K to make. Also, who wants to watch what sounds like a rich person battling “woke?”

We want thrillers with social commentary undertones. Guarantee you that if you made a movie in which Julia Roberts insults a truck driver and then gets her face peeled off by them for 12 minutes, you’ll bring in a profit.