What? I don't say "birds".Originally Posted by Tifa's Boobs
What? I don't say "birds".
THE DILEMMA STILL APPLIESWhat? I don't say "birds".
Deciding which hot nurse to discreetly masturbate over whilst in hospital.
Paper or plastic. I THOUGHT I WAS DONE MAKING CHOICES AFTER I FINALLY PICKED WHAT BRAND OF PAPER TOWELS TO BUY. smurfers.
I have a hard time imagine anyone saying "birds" in a Mancunian accent.What? I don't say "birds".
"cs," on the other hand....
Catheter, anyone?
I started to suspect I needed prescription classes a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, we didn't have the money for it. Fortunately, I didn't absolutely need glasses to read or see in general, but my parents would get annoyed at me for not being able to read something in bad lighting or which was far away or microscopic (I had to remind them, "I need glasses."). Without my glasses, I can read the fine print but I needed my glasses to read tiny print which was written in an issue of Scott Pilgrim. In case you were wondering, I've always wanted glasses because I've always felt it could not further detract from my already disenfranchised nature. Instead, I thought it would set me apart somewhat. When I finally got my glasses, I kind of expected the people I knew and my family to bring it up. There must be something wrong with me because I was very disappointed when no one did.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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