I'm great with demolitions, but they never ask me. They're just like 'keep writing Youtube captions.' Whatever.
Sure, they're doing a singalong in the other car, but check out all this old cold coffee in my cupholder! Eh? EH?
A series of timely and accurate impressions.
Some rules weren't made to be broken.
Death is coming-- if they don't kill themselves first.
Don't just stand there, go purge! Doesn't that look like fun?
Crossing my fingers for an eternal torture suited just for me!