The non-asw ending has t-rex alone talking to his muscles, which he calls 'the ladies'. he's all, 'what's that, ladies? you wonder if i drink the elixir again if it'll be additive and i'll gain the strength of 40 girlfriends, or if it'll be multiplicative and i'll actually gain the strength of 400 girlfriends? that's a lot of girlfriends, ladies!'

This is what happens when as you're making fun of something, you realize that doing it is actually pretty neat. ALACK.

I don't know WHY i added in that state! it's caused me nothing but trouble.

Who here sometimes types in word forms that are phonetically the same to the word you intend, but nevertheless incorrect? oh man, look at this gentleman in the first row! HE knows!

Oh al, if only your middle name had been «nonal». although then your birth certificate would be a confusing mix of messages.

This weekend i bought a lady a chocolate bar so she'd like me more

I love how exasperated the movie title guy sounds with all these titles. he's all, «Close Encounters of the Third Friggin' Kind?! What's NEXT?»

These days when the phone rings, i can reasonably expect it to be a telemarketer looking for 'r. north' and when i say 'well, which r. north do you want?' they say 'um, the one who is in charge of your family's eavestroughing decision making?' and i say 'hell, man! that's ME!'

I keep forgetting «panacea». i'm always left with «it's a word that starts with p and means 'universal cure'» and eventually i rediscover it and go OH YEAH, then i get to wait two weeks and do it again

THE VERY IDEA IS SO LUDICROUS!