Honestly, it’s been so long I’m not sure I can even differentiate anymore.
Honestly, it’s been so long I’m not sure I can even differentiate anymore.
“Doc, are you trying to tell me that you built a time machine…out of a DeLorean?!?”
“Marty, I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I have my meds properly balanced yet.”
“Heavy.”
“Precisely.”
I instinctively read that in Homestar Runner’s voice.
glances into mirror
Oh.
Right.
…Shit.
Boomhauer, for once in my life, I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.
pops another beer
Crypto-whatsit? Is that something from one of Bobby’s vid’ya games?
It’s a new form of money, Hank. VIRTUAL MONEY.
Well, excuse me, Dale, but here where I live, in the REAL WORLD, we already have a perfectly fine money. It’s called AMERICAN DOLLARS and it works just fine, I tell ya h’wat.
You say that now, Hank, but wait until the cyber-swarm-uprising of 2034 comes and replaces your precious “real world” with a virtualsphere so indiscernible from what you think you know as real! Wake up and see what’s coming on the horizon!
Can you see me kicking your ass on the horizon?
I’M A VILLAIN, DON’T YA SEE?!?
THE TRAAAAAASH MAN!
As much as I love the sentiment, I can’t believe this post is missing owls, the most obvious honorary cats out there.
Y’know, pair this thing with some fluorescent neon lights and you got some solid vaporwave vibes there. 😎
All right, then…
Bret, present. Jemaine, present.
…
Murray, present.
YOU GOT B-12 RUNNING THROUGH YOUR SYSTEM!
BETTER LOSE THAT BOYFRIEND BEFORE I FIST HIM!
Classic KITH.
“I have a chainsaw you can borrow.”
winces “Ooooh…I’m an AXE murderer.”
Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting “vintage alternative” music and it was fucking “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.
Vintage.
I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.