I'm sorry, the etheral being you are summoning does not exist on this dimensional plane. Please check your spell, and try your incantation again. This is a recording.
You fuckwitted monkeytard imbeciles. May your daughters' weddings be raided by PIRATES.
Cigarette Smoking Man(X-Files):
Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a Peanut Butter Cup or an English Toffee. But they're gone too fast and… the taste is… fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box… filled with useless brown paper wrappers.
Me, feeling mean:
Sexy has no expiry date? Maybe not, but it sure as hell has a half-life. A short half-life.
A laptop running the XBOX OS would be about as useful as a dating tip from a Babylon 5 fan.
"Interestingly, most Unix utilities have a command line option which will cause the system to rip the user's legs off and beat them to death with the soggy ends. This is often the default behaviour."
Life is a monkey, flinging feces and candy. The trick is figuring out when to dodge and when to catch.
...(Steve) Jobs is a profit-chiseling cockmuncher… (Source