I swear to Christ Jack Ryan better end up being the origin story of Goldenface.

I just want to share the joy in my heart when an episode of Voyager comes on and “written by Brannon Braga” is in the opening credits.

Green Book? Really? Green Book. Not BlacKkKlansman. Not Vice. Not Roma. Green Book. Really?

Seasoned flavor, please.

-calling out through tears of joy- Honey! We’re going to be okay! Everything’s going to be good from now on.

This tin of mints thinks I’m its uncle and I don’t know what to do.

Sure I love Elizabeth Warren, but would she make the best president? Yes.

Still watching The Irishman. Here’s how I think it’s going to end: We cut back to Frank at the nursing home. “And that’s why they call me the Irishman.” Cut to credits.

I think perhaps we should be more concerned that an everyday thing now is proving to a machine that you’re not a robot. Not to mention that the method used is expressly for making robots smarter. Gee wiz humans, we got accustomed to that suuuper fast.

I want to write a “To Serve Man” but it’s “We Need Teeth to Eat”.

Aw, celebrities are just like normal people. Monsters who shoot video vertically.

Smart: one Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi… Wise: Mississippi one Mississippi two Mississippi three… That’s all I got for now, see ya in 3 months or something.

He see you when you’re eating Ho ho ho Naughty!

I made a music video! Like a year and a half ago but still, here it is. Guma - Mud Doctor youtu.be/bRyWgify4R4