GOB’s not onboard.

Well played. Well. Played.

I was Biden my time, but the time is Nye.

Echoey twaaaang

Semi-related, but you’ve got the best username ever.

“Happy Birthday, Spray! I’m disappointed in you!”

I see Calvin’s been by.

Ah yes. I too remember with…let’s say “wincing nostalgia”…my Jaeger years. Brutal.

Neigh? Nay.

Shortwave eroticism.

Gainax AF.

Take her to paladinner and a movie?

(Sorry.)

I honestly think this makes a pretty good fit.

Castlevania’s flashy, ornate aesthetic and over-the-top dramatics could transition nicely to the stage.

Like, imagine the WHAT IS A MAN monologue being belted out from centerstage under a spotlight and accompanied by organ music.

Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting “vintage alternative” music and it was fucking “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.

Vintage.

I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.

Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…

Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.

Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.

Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.

Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…

Honestly, it’s been so long I’m not sure I can even differentiate anymore.

Flanders’s breakdown is the most earned and satisfying character moment in television history.

Hank Hill voice:

“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”