I can’t tell if these lyrics are really bad or really good:
Is it in his face?
Oh no, it’s just his charms
In his warm embrace?
Oh no, that’s just his arm“The Shoop Shoop Song (It’s in His Kiss)”
Well, the good news is nobody can get on our network. The bad news is nobody can get on our network.
Most disturbing thing I’ve read all week: “If there’s dancing, the fees double.”
I just invented a new game: GIF charades.
You make a lot of sound effects. You go like “woop!” and shit a lot.
my brother, about me
[Having a conversation about mean girls.]
Mom: Bitches.
[She turns to our dogs.]
Mom: You guys know about bitches.
Me, programming: Why is this working?!
Who’s been touching these Monkees? Leave these poor sick Monkees alone. They’re sick, they got problems enough as it is.
Flight of the Conchords