Ey this’ll get ya arrested in Boston.

Hey man. I could totally use that for…some lemonade I could maybe make maybe.

Oh hell yeah. (T-Rex sounds)

Derek needs to be on the sandwich offender list.

I bet woodpeckers have cool internal DOOM music playing when they go nuts on a tree.

This whole town is a donut, just waiting to get…munched.

I once opened for the Melvins and had a killer fire extinguisher solo. I was warned not to return.

Rizzo’s discount burial shredding! You dead ‘em, we shred ‘em.

I would love a show where famous chefs have to microwave cheap meals to perfection with intense music in the background.

Look, if there’s a more subtle cock soap, I’m all ears.

Grow fast, chomp hard.

Those slaps were rather gentle, with a spirit of “Get out of here you silly goose!”

There was no rail accident comrade, or dare you suggest otherwise?

Scissor me timbers!

In prison.

Butthole destroyed.

Make check on coin.

Massive loss in value.

No.

WAT.

(Verse 1) Oh, the tale of a cat girl bold, With fur as black as the night’s cold. Sailed the seas in search of glee, But scurvy struck her, a cruel decree.

(Chorus) Meow me hearties, sing it loud, A cat girl’s plight on the ocean shroud. With a feline grace and scurvy’s sting, She danced on decks, a sailor’s fling.

(Verse 2) Her whiskers twitched, under the pirate moon, A sailor’s life, a rollicking tune. Scurvy’s grip, a relentless foe, Yet she purred defiance, letting it go.

(Chorus) Meow me hearties, sing with glee, For a cat girl’s spirit, wild and free. Through storms and scurvy, she sailed the sea, A feline mariner, forever to be.

(Bridge) In the salty breeze, her tail unfurls, Singing shanties with the ocean’s pearls. Cat eyes gleaming in the moonlit night, A scurvy-stricken kitty, yet a brave delight.

(Verse 3) Climbed the rigging with a nimble leap, Defying scurvy, in the vast deep. With a purr that echoed through the mast, She vowed to sail, while scurvy’s cast.

(Chorus) Meow me hearties, a cat girl’s tale, Through scurvy storms, she set sail. A sea shanty for the brave and free, The cat girl’s spirit, on the endless sea.

When I die fire me out of a freakin cannon into the sun.

I better not slow down or drive cautiously in this snow! People would think I’m some sort of pansy!

Relatable