Things I know about my grandparents: they are old; they smell like fresh luncheon meat; they are the best grandparents anyone could ever ask.
Kiss me out on my exposed eyeball. Nightly, beside the green, green grass. Swing, swing, swing your leech-like tongue.
I thought they warned you not to speak with rangers.
Do androids dream of electric chairs?
MOTHERPUNTING GOSHDARN POOPEATING GOBLINS FORK THESE SONS OF BIRCHES
One day you’re here, one day you’re there, one day you care. You’re so unfair. Sipping from your cup till it runneth over (uh-uh) Holy Grail.
That Thursday Thang: We see that the PC version of Titanfall is a great big clunker indeed.