Baseball and Stupid Sexy Flanders. Assuming fetal position in 3... 2...
That won't save you- just because I'm from Kentucky doesn't make me pro-life
You don't drink, in the home of bourbon, and you wear a wizard hat in public.
We may not get along well. However, welcome.
Would you rather lose your keys for an hour every day, or your car once a month for three hours?
Oh, the latter.
I can't stand losing things!
And the home of Bourbon is three hours from me... I'm hardly in this godforsaken state, haha.
And no problem, really. Not everyone gets along. Doubly so among the slightly neurotic.
You do realize that the bunny in Monty Python's Holy Grail was actually imported from my home planets. You know that, right?
Okay, whatever, faeries it is.
Faeries don't try to kill me [much].
For makeshift Monty Python I generally just opt for coconuts.
Don't play coy with me, mister. We all know that there are no girls on the internet. Anyone posing as a girl must be an FBI agent.
Sheesh... I can't believe they still try that crap.
Dammit, I forgot!
Women can't read!
My charade has been outed...