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The annoyed look on Misato’s face is the cherry on top.
The annoyed look on Misato’s face is the cherry on top.
starts rhythmic clapping
HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY, HO-DEE-HOTEN-DAY-O! HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY…
FATTENING UP OUR TAAAAPE WOOOOORMS!
“What website do I go to to kick your ass?”
Huh? How could that possibly…
squints
Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch. It’s like the world’s grimiest Magic Eye poster.
glances into mirror
Oh.
Right.
…Shit.
CUT MY CAKE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY PLASTIC FORK!
I’M GOING TO RELEASE THE BEES!
I like to think that the glasses just materialize whenever a human fully achieves therapist mode.
This feels like a Mitch Hedberg joke.
Someone set us up the bomb! (WHAT?)
It helps me know that you have exquisite taste. 👍
I know this is a grumpy old man take, but I’ll never get over the fact that they decided to call these dastardly things “hoverboards.”
Blasphemy, says eight year-old me, having just watched Back to the Future: Part II and now obsessed with someday obtaining a floating skateboard.
GET OUTTA HERE, MONSTA! WE WORK FOR OUR MONEY!
You can never go wrong with a gunblade.
Oh. Oh, man. I’m not the only one…
(#4)
Ah, Coop. Operating entirely on vibes and damn fine coffee.
Keep throwing Tibetan rocks at glass bottles, you absolute maniac.