V3X and I hate you all.

[EK WAFFLR]

DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN TEA AND COFFEE, DOK! PRETTY PLEASE!

You do whatever you like, sir.  You want to poison yourself with Earl Grey, you go right on ahead.

Poison!? Pah! It's the Elixir of Life, I tell ya! That, and cheap bourbon! So there!

[Left]

...I find irrigating my nose with hot, freshly brewed white tea seems to wash out a lot of bacterial plaques...

...I use a water pik to squirt it up there.  Really helpful.

[Ben Shapiro]

(ahem)

BUT IT'S A DRY HEAT

bwahahaha. The devils own country, sir, and you can't get a decent cup of tea for shit.

Let's examine that.

you can't get a decent cup of tea for shit.

Because there's no such thing, anywhere.  Tea is foul and should be outlawed for consumption by humans.  For the children.

COFFEE SWILLING SAVAGE, I SAY TO YOU, SIR! Can't stand the stuff.

Real Englishpeople drink coffee not tea.

I'm not real English though. Dad was one of those pesky irish immigrants.

the Irish fucking LOVE tea. they drink more per head than the english.

How do they detach the beer glass from their faces to drink the tea?

while they are waiting for the next guinness to be properly poured sliced.

FTFY.

<3 Roger

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Imagine for a moment:

I am brown.
Not the same pink/red swirled into pasty white not to dissimilar to a strawberry sundae I've been for my entire life. Not even the scorched and peeling red from days when the sun would pop out and attack me.
Brown.

Today is the first really day of cloud cover I've seen all season.
Youre We're all gonna fry.

Yeah. Oregon is turning into a tropical paradise.

Well, the sliver of Oregon that isn't a desert is turning into a tropical paradise.

We're all gonna die.

[Left]

Imagine for a moment:

I am brown.
Not the same pink/red swirled into pasty white not to dissimilar to a strawberry sundae I've been for my entire life. Not even the scorched and peeling red from days when the sun would pop out and attack me.
Brown.

Today is the first really day of cloud cover I've seen all season.
Youre We're all gonna fry.

Yeah. Oregon is turning into a tropical paradise.

Well, the sliver of Oregon that isn't a desert is turning into a tropical paradise.

We're all gonna die.

I still remember when summers here were only 93 degrees Fahrenheit during the heat of the day.
Brr.

Today it was a balmy 103.

I dunno about us all dying, but I think my one window unit a/c is packing it in.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Imagine for a moment:

I am brown.
Not the same pink/red swirled into pasty white not to dissimilar to a strawberry sundae I've been for my entire life. Not even the scorched and peeling red from days when the sun would pop out and attack me.
Brown.

Today is the first really day of cloud cover I've seen all season.
Youre We're all gonna fry.

Yeah. Oregon is turning into a tropical paradise.

Well, the sliver of Oregon that isn't a desert is turning into a tropical paradise.

We're all gonna die.

I still remember when summers here were only 93 degrees Fahrenheit during the heat of the day.
Brr.

Today it was a balmy 103.

I dunno about us all dying, but I think my one window unit a/c is packing it in.

Yeah, we won't ALL die.

Just a lot of us.

[Cainad (dec.)]

I saw something on the news about planes being grounded because the hot air is too thin to fly.


I'm thinking more and more about moving underground. I say we jump straight into a Morlock existence: we get to stay out of the sun AND eat the surface-dwelling hippies.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

We drink tea to keep up awake for church. We have freshly sliced guinness to forget church. We have coffee so we can drink whiskey for breakfast.

The heat thing though yeah were fucked. At this point i wear long sleeves in the summer so my arms dont burn.

[Doktor Howl]

Imagine for a moment:

I am brown.
Not the same pink/red swirled into pasty white not to dissimilar to a strawberry sundae I've been for my entire life. Not even the scorched and peeling red from days when the sun would pop out and attack me.
Brown.

Today is the first really day of cloud cover I've seen all season.
Youre We're all gonna fry.

Yeah. Oregon is turning into a tropical paradise.

Well, the sliver of Oregon that isn't a desert is turning into a tropical paradise.

We're all gonna die.

I think I mentioned earlier that Arizona will be uninhabitable within EVER 20 years.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Imagine for a moment:

I am brown.
Not the same pink/red swirled into pasty white not to dissimilar to a strawberry sundae I've been for my entire life. Not even the scorched and peeling red from days when the sun would pop out and attack me.
Brown.

Today is the first really day of cloud cover I've seen all season.
Youre We're all gonna fry.

Yeah. Oregon is turning into a tropical paradise.

Well, the sliver of Oregon that isn't a desert is turning into a tropical paradise.

We're all gonna die.

I think I mentioned earlier that Arizona will be uninhabitable within EVER 20 years.

Yeah!

The idea of ABANDONED CITIES in the desert really appeals to me.

[Doktor Howl]

Imagine for a moment:

I am brown.
Not the same pink/red swirled into pasty white not to dissimilar to a strawberry sundae I've been for my entire life. Not even the scorched and peeling red from days when the sun would pop out and attack me.
Brown.

Today is the first really day of cloud cover I've seen all season.
Youre We're all gonna fry.

Yeah. Oregon is turning into a tropical paradise.

Well, the sliver of Oregon that isn't a desert is turning into a tropical paradise.

We're all gonna die.

I think I mentioned earlier that Arizona will be uninhabitable within EVER 20 years.

Yeah!

The idea of ABANDONED CITIES in the desert really appeals to me.

Gonna read Colossus again.

LOOK UPON MY ASS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

 

[Doktor Howl]

Ozymandius, I mean.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

 

[Doktor Howl]

Needs illustrating.