“I owe my soul to the company store.” - 1946
“I owe my soul to the company store.” - 1946
(I put way too much into pondering if it should be Aubries Plaza.)
Do you want Aubrey Plazas, Lana? Because that’s how you get Aubrey Plazas.
Missing a cabbage.
I don’t know… “Akshually, as a _________…” precedes an astonishing amount of ridiculous garbage.
Dukat Kai-yote her into a flame pit.
M-x Ctrl-? Why?
11 year old me pronouncing cation like the Star Trek species of cat-people.
Like a Trill Symbiont sliding down the edge of a razor blade.
“He’s coding! I need a red bull, cargo shorts, and quiet classic rock, stat!”