Trees: Hey we're gonna take that shitty carbon dioxide in the air and give you guys oxygen.
Humans: turns on chainsaw SORRY CANT HEAR YOU
fights the power
gets electrocuted
curses Public Enemy
Dear Dr. Phil, my adopted son, Rupert has stolen my gun. Please send me the appropriate bullshit Southern expression.
Why even make more beach balls? They're just gonna get confiscated or blow away.
When you're stuck in traffic, that empty breakdown lane is the biggest tease in the world.
My new mission: Take a bite out of everything at Whole Foods, until they kick me out or rename the joint.