I reached a hundo today and to celebrate I want to show ya something special, unique and very beautiful:
No, no. I’m not looking at the person behind you, I’m talkin’ to you! Do ya think I just see your “[tumblr url] followed you”, went “nice”, an’ gave myself a pat on the back? Nah. Smoky sees what you’re goin’ through, pal. You deserve a lot more than ya think ya do and definitely should munch a doughnut an’ swig some car oil.
The last part’s at your own risk.
You can’t let ‘em win, but that doesn’t always mean ya ain’t takin’ a break every once in a while! Don’t beat yourself up so much, buddy.
although not as impressive as LucasArts would have me think
Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing?
Oh, windin’ up twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string
What was he trying to prove, who was he trying to impress
Why did he build it, how did he do, it was anybody’s guess
Where did he get the twine, what was goin’ through his mind
Did it just seem like a good idea at the time
Answers from Atlas Obscura:
Question: do non-Americans think this is weird? More than Americans do?
‘what’s goin’ on is that i need to use the washroom,’ he mutters, sighing, 'an’ you’re blockin’ the way. get up.’ still—his hand is on jim’s back, with no sign of moving.
“‘Mmkay.” he rolls – a gratuitous description if there ever was one – yawns again, & fumbles pulling a blanket up over his head. “Yeah, have at it.” mouth’s already going slack again. he’s NEVER as pliant as he is in sleep, or when half-asleep.