“Doc, are you trying to tell me that you built a time machine…out of a DeLorean?!?”
“Marty, I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I have my meds properly balanced yet.”
“Heavy.”
“Precisely.”
squints hard
Sean Mall?
Which Sean got his own mall? Or is it a mall specifically for Seans? As a non-Sean (cool rhyme, right?) am I forbidden from Sean Mall? Are Shawns allowed in?
My poor vision creates nothing but inquiries.
Agrajag shall be avenged!
starts rhythmic clapping
HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY, HO-DEE-HOTEN-DAY-O! HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY…
FATTENING UP OUR TAAAAPE WOOOOORMS!
glances into mirror
Oh.
Right.
…Shit.
This feels like a Mitch Hedberg joke.
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.
When you turn 12 and promptly WAKE UP.
I’ll be honest with you. I very nearly did. Sorry. That’s on me.
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