GunStarHero

Do you fuck wit Pangaea?

I've been told that the Grey Side is the strongest since it encompasses strengths from the other two sides.

Definitely not Viper. He only drops his deuces in the finest of unhooked sinks.

My most vivid memory of Midnight Run was them playing Gundam and someone said "DAMN IT!" as they exploded. I was in awe. The audacity to say such things on TV much less on a cartoon.

We have a seasoning called Cricket Dust in Alabama. It's not so good.

Drop 99 eggs cause I can't hold them all at once but god dammit I'm going to try, Martha.

Psh, whatever, man.

Crawdads, obviously.

Should've just made a "What is everyone mad about today?" thread.

FOR SHAME!

If you come down for EVO I'll just cook for you.

I don't think he knew what cooking in general was.

I'll make you some of my strawberry lemonade.

Got some shirts yesterday and the cashier did the same thing, more or less. He wasn't focused on his small talk or ringing my items up so I was just standing there, waiting to give my next, dry, sarcastic response while he limped through the conversation. I didn't want to be mean but evidently my answers just kept him coming back for more. Went something like this: Him: Hi, how is day going so far? Me: Peachy. How about yours? Him: *20 second pause* Going well. *pause* Waiting to go to lunch; I've been up here for 6 hours straight. Me: Oh man, that sucks. Tragic. Stay strong. Him: *pause* Yep. But what are you gonna do? *pause* You off today and getting some shopping done? Me: Nope, I need to be at work soon. Him: Oh cool. *pause* Where do you work? Me: *pointing to my casino in the distance* I'm a chef over there. Him: Oh cool. *pause* I like food, man. Do you like it there? *pause* I'm thinking about going into fast food. Me: I hate it. Awful place. Don't work with food. Him: Oh wow. Do you like In-N-Out? They're hiring, maybe you can work there. *pause* I like their burgers. Me: I'm a chef. Him: Yea they cook the food in the back so you'd be perfect. *pause* I kinda want In-N-Out now haha. Me: My man, I'm a chef. I can get a better job than flipping burgers. Him: Oh wow. But don't they cook the food there? You should apply for it, I bet you'd get it. Me: Release me. Him: Do what? Me: I have to get going, dude. Him: Oh cool. It was nice talking to you. Most people don't even respond to me here.

*Eggcellent

Jesus Christ.