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Recycling phrases, Joss?
omg I thought of this in the theater and then completely forgot it amidst all the awesomes.
- Dr. Horowitz: Now I'm going to give you a word, and I want you to say the first word that comes into your mind.
- Wolf: Oh, yeah! Oh, a game. Yeah.
- Dr. Horowitz: Here we go. Home.
- Wolf: Cooking.
- Dr. Horowitz: Coward.
- Wolf: Chicken!
- Dr. Horowitz: Wedding.
- Wolf: Cake.
- Dr. Horowitz: Dead.
- Wolf: Meat.
- Dr. Horowitz: Sensual.
- Wolf: Ooh, appetite.
- Dr. Horowitz: Love.
- Wolf: Oh! To eat anything fluffy! Ah, sorry, sorry, more than one word. Start again?
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“There is a long marriage between comedy and human suffering, and mental illness, in particular, is easily played for laughs….Sometimes it is hard to shake the feeling that, all jokes aside, there really is an epidemic of human suffering in the world, the full brunt of which is being borne, for now, by only a luckless few.”
—Teju Cole, Open City
MY NEW CRACKPOT THEORY: Canton Everett Delaware III’s son is Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD. Canton’s the bio-dad; his partner’s name is Coulson. So Phil ended up with one dad’s hairline (and dress sense…) and the other dad’s surname. The reason why Agent Phil Coulson is so good at dealing with weird shit is that he fucking grew up with it. Because don’t tell me that Canton wasn’t recruited by SHIELD as soon as he got fired from the FBI. He helped a bunch of time-travelers deal with an alien invasion, stood up to the President of the United States, and did it all without batting an eyelid. CLEARLY PHIL COULSON’S PERPETUAL, FAINTLY-SMILING CALM IS A GENETIC TRAIT.
COME HERE THEORY.
YOU ARE PERFECT.
LET ME SMOTHER YOU IN MY BOSOM.
ahaha whaaaat!
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Oh my god I miss Adelle.
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