The shout was “punch buggy (color of car)” in the New York area.

“Punch buggy blue!” thump “Owww!”

The important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time.

In your head, in your head, they are fightin’,

With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns,

In your head, in your head, they are cryin’.

Th… this is my network!

It was made for me!

I think I must live on his UPS route

This is a really good explanation! Thanks.

It turns out a surprising amount of illegal things are still illegal even if you do them at home.

nervously checks on secret basement sweatshop full of kidnapped children sewing knockoff designer jeans

Next one ditches all the filler and just goes straight to shagging a series of elves, demons, were-bears, cthulhus, etc. One after another, there are so many cthulhus to shag and you are the chosen one.

If nobody could be bothered to make the thing, I can’t be bothered to play with the thing.

Gracie is pregnant.

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I lived in a village called Idle for years.

So for all those years you didn’t have the urge to leave Idle, you just sort of stayed there?

I can relate.

According to my calculations, it happens roughly as often as a serving American VP is sent a big unruly mob riled up on the idea of VP-killing by their current American president.

In other words: you only need a computer. 😱