mood: tenzin without eyebrows
hey sheldon, what’s up?
the ceiling, of course
[extensively long laugh track, continuing on for minutes, breaking on hours. audience members are slowly dying of laughter, unable to stop. the actors want to cry out in grief for them to stop, but they are on set. it is a massive tragedy]
if punk is dead explain to me why i am right here
where can i get one of those kim kardashian or paris hilton jobs where they just kind of pay you to exist