[classic swim]

He’s the greatest Seight that has ever lived.

Walks back in the bedroom dressed as the Shoney’s Bear, looks at the TV and turns to the hooker in bed and goes “put on some Pixar movies. NOWWWWWWW!”

Bar food! Tried a Bloody Mary also, wouldn’t be my first choice but I didn’t mind it.

Kevin O’Leary argues Trump blocking Harvard from taking international students could have dire consequences. Agreeing with Mr. Burns on something. Hmm.

Invited to Tao’s igloo to watch MTV2 reruns of Martin.

I gotta fart but I can’t gamble on it so I’m just gonna clench my asshole cheeks a bit if that’s okay.

Saudi Arabia is such a troll explanation, I’d have to wonder if Hank would make that into a catchphrase or if it’s brought up a couple times and never again.

+ Kroger chicken and champagne.

“Look... Covid! Stuff! We ended in 2009! Can you tell? Stuff!” If not, maybe just for the one episode back or something and then produce a better intro once that gets tiresome. Point of the intro that made it good in the first place was ordinary shit moving at perfect speed that matched with the tune playing. Looks wonky, also. Which, yeah. They’re not using the intro the way it’s supposed to be used. It’s supposed to move fast and not exist to jingle keys. Still, KOTH theme credits should be like the last thing on list to look wonky in a reboot. Y’know. Since there’s minimal work. And little is animated.

Something as simple as the motherfucking electric bill. Websites are just so hard to maintain, evidently... I go down to the building and can’t even make it inside. I have to use the same useless phone line that didn’t fucking work hours ago since NO HUMAN BEING EXISTS TO ANSWER AND FIX THEIR SHIT. You got your own penthouse downtown and no degenerate in uniform can just get my shit paid right there. Thought the great line of sand was that everyone else’s lives matter because they went to college. And I didn’t go to college, so my purpose in life is beneath your aunt’s used tampon in the trash. Pretty sure since always and forever, to the end of time... that was the payoff. So what the fuck’s the matter stupid asshole? Why don’t you use your magical college degree superpowers to open the building doors and do remotely something that consists of a fucking job for a change? For once?

Took my chicken costume to the dry cleaners.

Tackled his enemy to the ground and screamed deeply and immensely into his ear.

Already pissed off waiting on a one and done paycheck that’s a day late, and this stupid fucking bitch is knocking on everyone’s door shilling a mobile plan.

Got hit in the face with banana custard cream pie and chased me around with a rolling pin.

Thought he could get drunk off root beer floats when he was at the horse track.