rhyme unintentional

This has nothing to do w/ anything and I know people have talked about it before BUT I want to as well. Usually my metas tend to be angsty af and then end on a hopeful note, and this will probably be no exception. But anyway, a delve into Victor’s love of fairytales!

I can recall on 2 occasions Victor specifically comparing Yuuri to a fairytale.

Which may not seem like a lot but we have 12 episodes and if something is pointed out twice in a story, it has some amount of significance. Anyway, I just think it’s so damn cute that Victor considers Yuuri prince-like. Even the visuals and story of On Love: Eros is like a fairytale!

We go on about how extra Victor is (and he 200% is…that 50s pink cadillac tho) but I wanna here more about how much of a true romantic Victor is. 

This entire thing is like an hc-palooza courtesy of me. Here we go!

I like to think of a little Victor, watching all these fairytale movies–Disney or otherwise–and dreaming of one day finding a prince of his own.

A 12 year old Victor with his first real crush, staring at a pretty boy with darker hair and kind eyes in one of his classes or at the rink. Victor thought he had found his prince, until one day the affection faded and his mind focused on other things. 

A teenage Victor, going through various relationships like others would go through clothing. He’s a busy young man after all, and no one seems to want to look beyond the Victor Nikiforov on screen, one the ice, and actually date him. Victor starts to wonder if there is a prince out there for him. 

Victor as a young adult, still a romantic at heart, but has pretty much entirely lost hope on finding his true love. No one sticks around, and he hasn’t found anyone he cares deeply enough about to chase. Victor’s lonely, to put it simply. He sits up at night sometimes, and watches all those fairytales from when he was a child. Victor smiles sadly at the end of them all, and dreams of a prince of his own. 

And Victor in his late 20s, as we see him pre-series. He’s frosted with depression and loneliness; the never-ending cold discs of metal, the isolation from other skaters, people kissing up to him left and right. Everything is predictable. He’s running out of motivation, out of ideas. Victor knows people only want him as what they see when he performs. It’s a saddening thought, that Victor is not lovable as himself. Some people were not meant to find a true love, he supposes.

Until one night, a night we all know well. 

The Sochi GPF banquet. Victor is intrigued by this attractive man flitting through the room, clearly intoxicated, but with this charming energy no one can resist. Not even Yuri Plisestky, himself pulled into a dance with Japan’s Yuuri Katsuki. 

Victor manages to escape from his sponsors to laugh and point and take pictures from the sidelines. Yuuri whirls past him and the way the light shines on his hair and eyes makes Victor’s breath catch and his heart skip. 

Victor watches as Yuuri dances with Chris–and wow, is that a show and a half. Yuuri strides over to Victor and holds him in place, hips shaking and Victor can only stare on in wonder. This beautiful, energetic, charming young man is staring up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. Victor can’t understand Japanese, but that doesn’t matter–what matters is the warmth of Yuuri’s body, the sparkle of his eyes, and the earnestly fond tone he speaks with. Victor’s heart is beating out of his chest and he can’t imagine this moment getting better until-

Be my coach, Victor!

Victor’s face flushes with a little gasp and he can’t find it in himself to refuse the request or the next dance they share together. 

As Victor laughs spins and smiles like he hasn’t since child, looking at Yuuri all the while, he can feel it in his chest. 

A prince. A prince is with him!

And oh, when Yuuri dips him low, the lights above framing his face and hair like a halo, Victor knows that his prince has finally come for him. 

Some 2 cents about what's going on.

Am’ I the only one who found the episode… refreshing?lol. Alright, i found the ep a breath of fresh air for the reason that this doesn’t contain the usual boruto content where sp tries so hard to make him cool but we end up suffocating at how forced it is. But today was about a diligent, respectful and sassful dorky kid who loves her mom and will do anything for her but at the same time longs for her dad. Let’s not forget how admirable the Uchiha couple is, doing their best for their family as well as the greater good? I dare say.. boruto had it better for having a stay at home mom, a sister, a dad who he can visit everyday if wanted to and a clan he can go to every weekends.

Now, about Sasuke forgetting their first date.he hasn’t. We all know that. SP knows that we know that. This is why i have a 50-50 feeling that SP might animate something regarding that. Sakura, on the other hand, even in the manga and novels was known /seen saying stuff like “sasuke doesn’t care about me”(in the manga) and “why would he come back to save me” ( novel).

Now, i know some will say “but they’re married now! He should’ve, She would’ve blahblahblablah~ ” those people should remember how sasuke loves to tease sakura. Look at gaiden, ya kno? When he smiled because he left her hanging but the truth is, that guy is just shy about showin stuff like that to the public when they clearly had sex in gaiden and boruto the movie lels. Let’s not forget how the 2nd “you’re annoying” happened , he lied about not remembering but then smiled at her, uttered the same words then thanked her.
For me, this part of sasusaku dynamics is kinda endearing. Like they don’t need to have the usual fluffy romance stuff to prove that they have a strong relationship. Yooo~ they have (as kishi said) the ultimate expression of love. From itachi’s “maybe next time”, Sasuke turned it into an assured promise with “i’ll see you when i’m back”

We all hate SP but this time im going to wait if they’re going to do well for gaiden. Yeah, i know its SP but they’re all we’ve got. So instead of giving antis more ideas on how to shit on SS and the SS fandom, let’s not cloud our minds with hate and believe in the characters that kishi wrote and wait.

Being Harry Styles’ assistant might’ve been tough, but it was just as rewarding. An advantage: being able to go to all the red-carpet events. Being able to walk into a high-end store and not getting looks as if you didn’t belong there because everyone knew you worked for Harry. Everyone respected you much more, which wasn’t easy in most of the industries. Sure, you might’ve been living off four hours of sleep a night and a gallon of coffee every day to keep up with his hectic life, and you pretty much barely had any time to sit down and relax, but still! The job was great and your pay cheque was even better. (You weren’t solely doing it for the money because you could honestly say you loved Harry to death, but the fantasy of being able to move out of your dinky little apartment one day becoming a reality was definitely a motivation.) 

Being Harry Styles’ assistant might’ve been tough, but being his assistant while having a huge crush on him was even tougher. As dramatic as it sounded, it absolutely devastated you when he was seen skipping around town with some tall, blonde, leggy Victoria’s Secret model. (He claimed he didn’t have a type, but he definitely had a type.) Having to send the girl off with a care basket after her frisky night spent with Harry just felt like he was rubbing salt deeper into your wound. It wasn’t fair, that was all. You had been working with him since the Take Me Home tour, and for him to not notice you at all in the five-ish years that you had been together wasn’t a great feeling. Now that you were working for him and seeing him 24/7, he still didn’t notice you and didn’t see you in that way. Going out on a date and having Harry see you in a romantic light was merely an impossible dream! One time, he told you that you were a wonderful friend and he was glad that you were ‘like, one of the lads, y’know? I like tha’ about you’. 

So, imagine your surprise when Harry asked you out to dinner. It turns out you had been completely oblivious this whole time to Harry’s feelings because according to literally everyone else on the planet it was pretty clear he was completely smitten with you. You were just the only one who hadn’t realized it. 

“Wha… What?” You felt like your heart had stopped beating for a proper minute when the question slipped out from his mouth in the middle of your guys’ conversation. You were talking about how you were planning to binge watch documentaries on National Geographic for the night because you didn’t have anything better to do, and Harry just casually… asked you out? 

“Dinner. I’d like t’ take you out for dinner, Y/N.” Harry smiled softly, tilting his head slightly as he tried to pick apart what exactly your reaction meant. You couldn’t help but look around the room, feeling as though there were hidden cameras somewhere. “I’m not pranking you, you silly goose.”  

“But… why?” It was clear you were still in a state of shock and unable to form a proper sentence because did Harry seriously just ask me out on a date? 

“Because I like you,” Harry replied simply, glancing over at his phone when it buzzed. He reached over and locked it, focusing all his attention on you. “I think you’re sweet, funny, talented, and awfully cute. I figured I had to snatch you up before someone else did.” Oh. Oh.  

“Oh.” You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. Unsurprisingly, it was very hard trying to contain your screams of excitement at the fact that Harry had been interested in you this entire time. You had to play it cool, though. Now that you knew Harry liked you, you had to act like you had your emotions under control, which wasn’t the case at all. I’m cool. I’m as cool as a cucumber. 

“I’ll pick you up at eight tonight, yeah?” Remember, Y/N. Stay cool. 

“Eight… is a great time to pick me up.” Your fingers seemed to automatically form into guns when you made the unintentional rhyme, Harry’s lips twitching as he tried to contain a laugh. “But, like, I’m cool with whatever time. I’m super chill like that.” You shrugged casually, getting up from your seat and nearly knocking the chair over. Jesus Christ. 

“Eight it is.” Harry beamed, watching as you collected your things and zipped up your backpack. (You were actually running late for an outfit pickup but you couldn’t care less at this point.) “Do you like French?” 

“I like anything! Hon hon baguette and omelette du fromage and all that.” Oh my god. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, rolling his eyes playfully. Your awkwardness was too darn endearing and was definitely one of the reasons why he liked you so much. 

“Alright. Au revoir, mon amour.” Oh, god. What did he say? What’s a mon amour?? Since when did Harry speak French? Your brain was now in a mild panic mode, and you blurted out the first relatively French-sounding words you could remember from your high school classes. 

“…Ç'est la vie, señor.” 

Close enough. 

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it’s happened to all of us before. you go to bed at your set time, you sleep, and then…you wake up, check your phone and it’s already 12pm?! it seems like you’ve already lost half of the day. poof. it’s gone. which, sorry to burst that bubble of positivity, is true. HOWEVER! here’s how you can make the most of the remaining time. it’ll almost be as if you got up at 6 am instead ;)

get your booty out of bed

starting is always the hardest thing to do, but once you’ve begun, you’ll have momentum to continue. the same goes with waking up. don’t go on your phone, check social media, or just lay there. actually get up.

let there be light

natural light has been proven to wake you up. in fact, white light (which is really blue light) suppresses the production of melatonin, the hormone that makes you sleepy. opening up the blinds and letting in the midday light will not only brighten up the room, but also your mood (especially if you are in a grumpy one since you got up late)!

hint of mint

peppermint oil is a must in the mornings for me. i always make sure to dab some on the collar of my shirt since it perks up my senses and helps me stay awake, aware, and active throughout the day. any minty scent will work too as it really gets the senses up and running.

cold water. ‘nuff said.

washing your face with cold water will help jolt you awake, especially since you’ve been asleep for a long time and feeling extra groggy this fine morning afternoon. don’t forget to brush your teeth, too! all that junk in your mouth is icky and you don’t want to be swallowing any of it down with your breakfast brunch.

hydrate, hydrate, hydrate

down a tall glass of water since your body has been deprived of it for the past 12+ hours that you’ve been sleeping. drinking plenty of water will not only help you refresh yourself, but also rehydrate you and your brain, kickstart your metabolism, and help your body rid itself of unwanted toxins.

take a break for breakfast

even if twenty minutes have already passed from when you got up, don’t skip on breakfast. the first meal of the day is so so so incredibly important, and you’ve probably heard the phrase “don’t skip breakfast” so many damn times to the point of annoyance, but you gotta go with it and don’t skip it ;) wow unintentional rhyme there heh

some quick + healthy breakfast ideas:

  • oatmeal with raisins and dried cranberries
  • waffles with nut butter (peanut, almond, etc) of your fancy and sliced bananas + honey
  • yogurt with grapes and granola
  • toast with yogurt (in lieu of cream cheese) and smoked salmon (sounds gross but tastes delish) fish…delish rhymes with fish…i digress
  • milk, banana, strawberry, and mango juice smoothie
  • mint green tea and toast with sliced bananas and honey
  • apple slices and nut butter
  • carrots and broccoli with hummus

make a plan to slay today

get a plain white A4 sheet of paper and make a list of what you want to get done. it does not have to be neat and it does not have to be pretty. it just needs to include what you need to accomplish. idk about you, but drawing a nice line through a task i’ve completed is just the most satisfying feeling ever :’)

get out there and get it done!

now that you’re awake and ready, make the best use of your time and get started on what you need to do! and don’t forget to let @bookfully know if she should make more posts like this if you found it helpful hehe. good day and good luck!

Marry Me

Requested by @the-lost-queen-of-terrasen 1: “Marry Me”

Inspired by the Kander and Ebb song, “Marry Me/A Quiet Thing” I suggest you listen to it before or while reading this fic

Feysand - modern au


“Marry me,” Rhys says, hands shaking as he looks at the person across from him, eyes full of love and want.

Cassian can barely contain the scandalized smile that flits across his face before he forces a serious expression to be placed there again. “Come on and marry me.” Rhys insists, then struggles to find the next words.

Cassian glances down at the cards in his hands. “Why not agree to be-“

“Why not agree to be my blushing bride?” Rhys finally remembers, racking his brain for the rest of the phrase he had already practiced a dozen times. “I know the Night Court would give it’s consent, and there’s a townhouse I’m dying to rent.”

This time, with Rhys’ earnest face looking at him with so much love - not to mention the unintentional rhyming Rhys keeps doing -  Cassian can’t help but let out a laugh. Rhysand nudges his shoulder to get him to regain his composure. Cassian clears his throat, glances at the note cards, and then nods for Rhys to go on. He takes a deep breath. “I really love you. We can’t go wrong….”

Cassian gives him a few seconds before prompting, “That diamond in the store…”

“I could pay monthly for?”

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anonymous asked:

Domestic Hanzo and s/o fluff? Maybe how they'd go grocery shopping together or things like that :)

Domestic fluff is my jam, fam.

Goddamn me and my unintentional rhyming,

This was probably my favorite thing to write so far; thank you so much for requesting it. <3 <3 <3 ;w;

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  • First of all, y’all split the chores around the house
  • You wash dishes, he dries
  • You gather laundry, he sorts, you put it in the washer, he puts it in the dryer
  • He summons the dragons, you groom them, he watches from distance while being pouty and jealous until you give him some attention too
  • He’s kind of a child while shopping, whether it be groceries, household items, etc.
  • He wants to buy you special things, he wants to buy himself special things, he wants to buy all the teas
  • Like
  • Hanzo, no, stahp, plz
  • Stop trying to spend all our money goddammit
  • Pretty sure he’s a shopaholic
  • Sometimes you’ll end up with a bunch of random items to give to each other
  • Random gift-giving of random knickknacks is a random tradition of sorts
  • Gardening is a thing that happens
  • Hanzo really like flowers
  • He often welcomes you to join him in the yard while doing his gardening
  • He just does a bunch of random housework tasks when he’s bored/has finished his work and has nothing else to do and he always enjoys it when you join him
  • The house has wooden flooring everywhere
  • Meaning everywhere is a dance floor for when Hanzo decided to give you a little twirl during laundry or making lunch
  • This also means it’s always a good type for you two to just be dorky and slip and slide around on the floor
  • You guys probably have a cat or dog at one point and they are the baby boo of the family
  • Pet gets pampered to no end
  • It feeds the shopaholic inside Hanzo, tbh
  • Also, Sunday mornings are always cook and eat breakfast together, sit and read the newspaper together, and do the crossword together mornings
  • Friday nights are stay in, cuddle in bed, and read together nights
So, I’m Curious...

Hello, peeps. *Waves.*

… this is very random and not important at all.

BUT.

I’m realizing, in just about anything I write (whether it’s copy/advertising/slogans or whatever for work, or fiction, or essays, or blog posts, or even text messages) sometimes I accidentally rhyme? Totally unintentionally? 

Does this happen to anyone else? 

I find it oddly amusing and a little strange, and I used to write poetry quite often, but not with intentional rhyming schemes… 

I’m just curious, here. I want to see if this is a common subconscious action with others. It’s fascinating to think about what could trigger that to occur without even realizing unless you’re rereading what you write.

So yeah. Thoughts?

(Or just ignore this super dumb post. My bad.) 

attention // josh dun

sorry fam for the riverdale spam (unintentional rhyme), if you don’t watch the show i highly recommend it. here’s a quick fic requested by anon to make up for it :) 

She was perfect. The way her smile filled up the room as she smashed the drums with passion, her fingers curled around the wooden drumsticks with such immersion that I couldn’t help but sigh. Every move she made, every beat she played was absolutely beautiful. 

Half the reason I was so obsessed with this band was because of Y/n. The music was great, but I really wanted to see her. How she played was magnificent, and I was dying to see more. 

Now here I stood at one of their first concerts, a decent sized pub performance with a packed out crowd. The whole band was putting in as much effort as humanly possible, creating one of the most atmospheric shows I’d ever attended.

Yet I only had eyes for her. Slowly I made my way towards the front of the crowd, staying on the left side because that’s where she was positioned on stage. I pushed my way through and eventually found myself standing right in front of her, with only a gate and the edge of the stage separating us. 

I began to dance wildly, as surely that would capture her attention. She couldn’t miss me. My hands flew up into the air and spun around, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I felt my hair begin to become sticky from sweat, and it fell in my face in large yellow clumps.

As I attempted to blow it out of my face I shifted my eyes upwards. A pair of eyes and a laughing smile were looking down at me, and I felt my heart stop as I stared at her. She grinned at me, and I leant against the gate in a chilled expression to impress her slightly. I winked, and I swear I saw her blush.

A felt a creak beneath my arm as the metal fence beside me crashed down, taking me with it. I fell forwards, my wrist twisting uncomfortably beneath me as I landed. A let out a groan as the music stopped.

A strong pair of hands helped me to my feet, and I quickly thanked the man for his generosity. Embarrassment began to wash over me, and I felt my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. The man who had helped me ushered me towards the side of the stage, where a small door to the backstage area was located. 

I hurried through it with my wrist held protectively in my other hand. It stung slightly, but I tried to mask the pain.

“Hey, are you alright?” a voice asked from behind me, and I felt my body freeze. 

I spun around on the ball of my feet to face Y/n, her drumsticks dangling out of her fingers and an empathetic grin decorating her face. Her face was red from drumming, yet she still looked beautiful. I’d never seen her up close before.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine,” I mumbled out coolly, sounding too much like a douche. She giggled, before stepping towards me and taking my wrist in her hands. I winced slightly, and she frowned as she reviewed the damage.

“It doesn’t look too bad, I’ll just stick a quick bandage on it for you,” she smiled reassuringly, grabbing a medical kit from the bench beside her.

“Shouldn’t you be drumming now?” I questioned, realizing that there was no music playing outside. She shook her head.

“Yes, but I’m the only medical professional on site at the moment. Bit silly really, isn’t it? That they can’t even hire someone just in case someone was to lean on a metal gate and make it collapse,” she laughed, and I felt my face getting hot.

“Yeah, pretty silly,” I mumbled, immediately smacking myself internally. Y/n finished wrapping the bandage around my wrist, and grabbed a pin to make it stay in place.

“All done, although I’d recommend taking it a bit easy for the rest of the concert. No drumming for you for the next week, Josh Dun,” she smiled mischievously as I let my mouth drop open. I watched her walk out the door, leaving me to wonder how such a spectacular girl knew my name, and hoping the concert would end soon so I could see her again.

anonymous asked:

I need some tips. I've been wanting to change my art style for awhile (Unintentional rhyme) and I want to know how you came to do it? Like, was it hard, or was it just something natural?

It’s natural, just draw things how you like to draw them and here’s your artstyle! Doesn’t have to be consistent or particular. For that stuff it’ll take some time and effort - I’ve been drawing for years and I still don’t have “THE artstyle”, I’m still looking and experimenting for it

CONCEPT.

BEFORE I GET INTO TALKING MODE I NEED TO CLERIFY THAT I’M SAYING THIS AS A NON-CANON CONCEPT NOT AN ACTUAL CANON THING. Okay, now we’ve got that out of the way, I can start. 

so I know that they did the Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye thing, right? And that was very hilarious, I’ve watched it over multiple times and can almost quote everyone’s lines (unintentional rhyme there) 

But I just thought about this recently and I just had to get it out somewhere. 

What would happen if Jack and Mark did a video with Dark and Jack or Mark and Anti? And really not just that, but what if they did videos with Dark and/or Anti but they also have their friends in the videos. Examples: 

Anti taking over Jack while he and Mark are hanging out (Or something around there) Would Anti act as Jack while Mark is around and he tries to kill Mark or would he not pretend at all and just kill him on the spot? 
Or, Anti takes over Jack while he and Mark are recording something and Mark’s screen glitches and he sees what he assumes to be Jack’s face. 

Mark and Jack are hanging out maybe at Mark’s house (Because they mostly meet up at LA) Dark takes control of Mark and he tries to somehow lure Anti out to take over Jack so he could kill him? 

Or maybe it could be like a non-canon origin thing where it shows how Anti and Dark came into being and then they come to a compromise with each other and take over Jack and Mark’s channel? (Honestly, that would be pretty awesome) 

All of these ideas are ‘what-ifs’ if the two of them decide to do something non-canon with the two of them again. I was just a little interested so I wrote my on the spot ideas down on here :) 

anonymous asked:

Hi I love how u write and wanted to ask for an imagine. I'm having a rough week so I was wondering if you could do a Zenyatta X reader who listen to music a lot to calm down thier anxiety and such

You folks are so generous with compliments <3 I’m really sorry to hear you’re having a rough week though, hopefully this cheers you up. Sending good thoughts your way.

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“My dear, here,” Zenyatta said, his voice lifting on the last note when he realized his unintentional rhyme, “I have brought you something.”

You held out your hands on reflex, and were surprised when it turned out Zenyatta had brought you not a single something, but several somethings. There was an ancient looking MP3 player, as well as a small gong, what appeared to be a bowl, and several other things you assumed were instruments.

“What’s all this for?” You asked. You could only hold the MP3 player and the bowl in your hands, and Zenyatta carefully placed the rest of the items next to you on your bed.

“You were clearly distressed when your music player didn’t work this morning.” Zenyatta took the bowl from you and ran his knuckle along the inside rim, drawing a surprisingly beautiful tone from it. “I know music soothes you, so I have brought alternatives.”

And with that Zenyatta sat down, and picked up a flute.

“May I play for you, dear one?”

Press X To Respawn Ch. 5 (Trixya) - Rainbow

A/N: Hello again! It’s been a minute, but I’m finally back with another chapter! I wasn’t, like, SUPER happy with the last chapter but I promise this one will be really lighthearted. Depression hit me like a bus this week so I haven’t exactly had much motivation to write, but I’m finally doing it! Also I should probably tag this fic as slowburn cause it kinda is… Hmm… Well ANYWAY Trixie and Katya are gonna start recording their collab today so enjoy the chapter! Also sorry for all the rhymes! They were unintentional!

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Hot Rod (2007) Sentence Starter Meme:

The people spoke and I listened… :)

“My name is _____ , and I like to party!” 
“Oh, my God, shut up! Okay? I’m just gonna do it for you.“
“I said you look shitty, GOODNIGHT _____!”
“Um, I was gonna ask you who you think would win in a fight between… a grilled cheese sandwich and a taco.“
“Well, I think the grilled cheese sandwich - in a fair fight. But if it was prison rules, I’d put my money on the taco.“
“I’m freakin pumped! I’ve been drinking green tea all goddamn day!“
“I used to be legit. I was too legit. I was too legit to quit. but now I’m not legit. I’m unlegit. And for that reason, I must quit.“
“I’m kinda grumpy today, dude. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. I was having those dreams again. “
“I’d rather die than live in a world where I can’t kick your ass.“
“Well he won’t be smiling… WHEN I MURDER HIM!!” 
“God I go to church every goddamn Sunday! You gonna bring the demons out of me!“
“Have fun being married to SATAN!”
“Have I ever shown you a picture of my dead dad?” 
“Haha, I’m just kidding. I could hear you. It was just really mean!” 
“Cool beans.” 
“You look like a giant eagle with fire all around you, and you’ve got a mountain for a face.“
“I’m guessing that’s the drugs.” 
“Balls, man! We just ran over a small bus. This really small bus, we just ran over it.“
“I’m going in for a Vitamin Water, should I make that dos?”
“Well, maybe I’ll pick up a box of dong bags so we can knock boots later.“
“Yoo-hoo, shit heads, I found this bag of fireworks in the men’s restroom. Would you guys like to light them off?“
“You know, pools are perfect for holding water…“
“I’m not a kid, I’m a man. I am gonna get you better, and then I’m gonna beat you to death!“
“I needed to think about last night. So I galloped into a wooded glen, and after punch-dancing out my rage and suffering an extremely long and very painful fall, I realized what has to be done.“
“You have only to believe if you wish to achieve. That rhymed. Unintentional.“
“I, one time, manned a flamethrower.“
“Of course it’s cool. It’s awesome as shit.“
“Ancestors protect me.“
“Who cares what anyone thinks?“
“Hey _______, you chode! I owe you a shot in the nuts…!”
“You know I have a hormone disorder!“
“Life is pain - we’ve got to scrape the joy from it every chance we get.“
“Ohhh when you’re going on a date, and you put on a shirt! And you ride your bike to the daaaaate!”
“You guys, the bathroom here is nuts!“
“He choked on some pie. He really wanted to win that contest…” 
“Whatever happened to “Live as a team. Die as a team”?“
“Who am I supposed to build ramps for? Who am I supposed to build ramps for now?“
“The dog walked itself home, ate a pizza and took a nap.“
“Never sneak up on a man who’s been in a chemical fire.“
“That shatters my entire universe.“
“Now I don’t want to say that kiss was hot, but if the boner police are here, I want a lawyer!“
“Please believe, I do my laundry with no pants on!“
“I’m going to get you better, you old sack of shit, and then I’m going to uncork the ass beating of a lifetime on you! And you will respect me!“
“Is there a Tai Chi move that would make a grown man crap his pants and not know why?“
“Oh, man, he hit his ass with a parking cone! Nice.“
“Point is, if you don’t sit down with someone and really talk and get to know them you’ll never find those things out. So what do you say? Wanna make this thing official?“
“What’s going on? Is this some sort of interactive theatre art piece?“
“It’s bouncing around the Web like a beachball at a Nickelback concert.“
“_____? Have you seen my hip pads?”
“I’m officially kicking off Phase Two: Operation Fiscal Jackhammer.“
“Who wants to see me do a big-ass stunt?“