A few come to mind…

“Ohana means family, you piece of shit.” — “Lilo & Stitch”, 2002.

“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all, you piece of shit.” — “Bambi”, 1942

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, you piece of shit!” — “Mary Poppins”, 1964

Maybe it’s a Grow-bot…

Nas T-Funk was the OG of Funeral Beat Boxing.

This new guy can only walk-in thanks to people having already opened the doors and windows on account of Nas T-Funk.

I loved these games back in the day.

My memory might be a bit fuzzy, but I seem to recall an old Easter egg or mod or something that allowed you to fire NPCs out of an RPG—it was about the funniest thing I had experienced in a video game up to that point.

What time was this taken?

jack johnson flake lyrics https://g.co/kgs/Ux5qLZW

If you’re a dude who hunts handsy priests using ninjitsu, I’d consider you a useful man…

Since the Jedi had fucked up “codes” to live by, I never would have expected them to rescue the mom.

Queen Amidala, however…

How fucked up is it that she was taken in by Anakin’s mother, who (as a god damn slave) fed her, gave her a place to stay, allowed her son to risk his life in a pod race, and ultimately gave her only son up willingly to go with her and the two Jedi, not really knowing what would happen but just trusting he’d be safe—but then, that same kid who gets attacked on the way to the ship just leaving Tattooine, ends up flying a fighter craft and destroying the droid control ship which saves Amidala’s entire planet and people. The fact the kid survived any of that is a miracle, but he clearly misses his mother. A fact Amidala was blatantly aware of.

The fact that Amidala, who had nearly infinite resources at her disposal, owed her life and every life she was responsible for in Naboo to Anakin, and was clearly aware of pretty much the only thing Anakin wanted in the entire universe—his god damn mother—and yet Amidala didn’t do jack fucking shit to drop a few coins on Watto and free Shmi.

I never would have expected the Jedi to free her, but Amidala? What a fucking piece of work…

At some point, a long time ago, we collectively transitioned from viewing mass shootings as an alarming epidemic, to something culturally endemic to our way of life. It’s an effortless rationalization made possible by for-profit news and for-profit politics.

Ugh, I am not looking forward to sweaty meatheads calling themselves “Golden Masters”…

This is a pretty common in building design, except in most cases this door would be a wall.

If you are really patient, I think the sun will inevitably give us a whole bunch of helium.

I will fight them at any White Castle in Manhattan below 14th Street at eleven minutes past midnight on the coldest night in November.

They, in their judicial robes.

I, in my cape and cowl.

I descend upon them as my theme plays.

62 seconds later the cold drizzle stops, and for the briefest of moments there is no time. There is no sound. There is only…

I’m not driving anywhere with a 2000 year old schizophrenic carpenter.

That’s Rigel III, but it wasn’t always called that. It was the independent nation of Esperant before the Daystrom Institute was awarded the land following an extended military conflict with Staten Island 6.

This Woman’s World article discusses the topic and provides supporting citation in the form of embedded links to various sources.

https://www.womansworld.com/posts/health/why-are-women-always-cold

No, not a mouse. But if you plugged a pigeon into that thing—Hello!

Larry Bird???

Simon & Garfunkel; Mrs. Robinson

Jesus loves you more than you will know

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She’s a slut more than you could know—whoa, who, whoa!