The owl hopped from one foot to another, considering the situation. Finally, it opened its beak. "But then, when would be a good time?"
I shrugged. "Not now. Not ever."
"Well," the owl said, "that's not a choice, now is it?"
Montag: I think we could stand to make SNL more NFL. Head injuries everywhere.
Montag: SNL gets concussions, the next Superbowl gets decided by folding chairs to the back of the head, and professional wrestling steadfastly refuses to hire a black woman.
Montag: Meanwhile, NHL players continue to punch each others' ovaries out in hopes of convincing someone to finally watch them.
Zephronias: Mims- can I call you mims? I'mma call you mims- Mims, I think you're a neat-o person.
E2D2: I'm too busy being angry at My other friend, a former teenage prostitute who kills people.
Excalibur: There's a degree of pollyannaism that pervades your thinking that started off as weirdly ahistorical and took a rather dark turn this evening.
Montag: Mjijm, that was very nearly amusing. I feel proud that you're learning and continuing to grow as a person.
Excalibur: mjijm you're going to take a nap this coming tuesday and when you wake up you will have a mortgage and the vague unsettling feeling that you have given up on ambitions you no longer even remember
E2D2: Threatened people in her car who may Or may not have the right to bear arms. That's your problem.
The Five Best Things on E2
Presented in random order, without context, and frequently shifting or being entirely replaced.