Tag yourself, I’m My back hurts.

That’s not Pedro.

I’m currently reading Ruin Road by Lamar Giles which uses this trope.

I have neither.

You had one job.

Or my meat thermometer. The on/off button also changes between Fahrenheit and Celsius. Neither of which is done with a single press. You have to press and hold for different lengths of time but for the life of me, I can’t figure out the pattern.

Do you want kids? Do you want them to eat like that?

Do you want a partner who dies of a heart attack five years from now?

“Nice” is not a high bar to clear

I think you mean round child.

My all time favorite line from the show.

Yep

So hey there; is that an onion in your pants, or are you happy to see me?

Person man, person man, Hit on the head with a frying pan, Lives his life in a garbage can, Person man

Is he depressed? Or is he a mess? Does he feel totally worthless? Who came up with person man? Degraded man, Person Man

Just had to spend over $10k on a new air conditioner in the 90F degree heat.

Because gays, duh.

At least twice a week.

I also liked (paraphrasing): “Can you think of any other candidates capable of beating trump?” Joe: “Yeah, at least 50 of them.”

Putting in a plug for the Indyx app. You photo all your individual wardrobe pieces and use the app to make new outfits of them. I’ve found it helpful and fun.

That Faustian bargain really working out for him.

you need eggs for dinner

Do you, though? I’ve swapped which nights I’m making which dinners so I can pick up missing ingredients on a day I’m going out anyway.

Yellow, purple, black.

I was luckily born with pink and blue.