That line from the father's song in Mary Poppins, where he's going on about how nothing can go wrong, in Britain in 1910. That's about the point I realized the boy was gonna die in a trench.
orange # 7 was like eating a wrecking ballI can actually feel my stomach lining....
Roger, you are a dirty pirate hooker, and I will slap you in your whore mouth.
I just burped pure acid....I'm wondering if going for number 9 is actually a good idea or not. Fuck.CRAM YOU DAMNULUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!!??!
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?
As a neuroscientist I have to disagree with the perception that anyone is doing mathematical modeling of cognitive intelligence, yet; intelligence as an economist defines it, yes, but economists are worlds away from actual cognition.
NUMBER 9...NUMBER 9...NUMBER 9...IN THE CAN!