In order to answer him, you should spit your food in his face.

I love it when they say, “I know you’re in the middle of lunch, but…”

I read that as “Spider-Man and Witcher” at first and I almost broke a blood vessel trying to imagine the repartee.

Dementia like a fox! Seems pretty wily to me.

They just yearn to emulate your Cuomosexuality.

Hmm, banks deregulating themselves, you say? What could go wrong?