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"Oh, Hitomi, I'm so afraid to meet your mom. She's gonna hate me. I'm 22, jobless, and I still live in my parent's basement. What kind of fiance am I?"
"Honestly? If you don't eat her limbs or spray the house down with nuclear flame, she'll probably be happy."
"Well, that's kind of comforting. Thanks, baby."
"No problem. And just remember, hun: As long as we're together, nobody else matters. And with that giant monster wang of yours, I ain't goin' nowhere."
Sadly, this guy could probably have sex with your girlfriend anytime he wants. It would never happen - you know, because of the whole massively gay thing - but it's still a humbling fact.
"Just think, kids: In the year 1989, there'll be cars that can fly to the Moon and books that'll scan their stories right into your brain. And, oh, the robots! The robots'll be top notch! They'll do everything for us - clean up, protect the house, everything! Hell, I won't even have to have sex with your mother's face while she sleeps anymore. I'll just do it with a robot!"
"That's right, Ron. No more sticky mornings for me!"
Damn. You just got swine flu.
Fascinating. Virginity Eternal encased in the confines of a road vehicle.
Ha ha. Very funny. Say what you will, but I think this photo is extremely enlightening. Now, if the team were to take up cannibalism, they know exactly with whom to start with. Those unsuspecting people on the bleachers.
Based on a true story.
Man. Been there. That sucks.
It's the flavor packet-lined sun hat that really takes this from an ill-advised community art school experiment to high fashion on the Milan runway.
If there were such a thing as motivational cosplay, this would be it. And it would work. Every time.
