[1987]
Me: Tell me my future.
Psychic: You’ll have a phone that costs $800.
M: So I’m rich?
P: *a laugh escapes from her nostrils* Nope.
We weren’t traipsing, Mom. We are rapscallions. We galavant.
Whenever I see someone crying in public, I figure they won Coldplay tickets.
Planet of the Apes is starting to look downright optimistic.
I said I was a man with a plan. I said nothing about it being a good plan.