- Murderface: Dear GOD. You, little boy in the street, what day is it?
- Pickles: It's Wednes--it's FRIDAY! It's Friday!
sitting w/ my boyfriend listening to music drinking jameson’s for no reason
i’m a little bit drunk
now we’re going to MissJennyBrutal’s house to drink some more
oh btw Brian isn’t driving drunk he hasn’t had anything yet duhr
i just felt like drinking whiskey
i love you all so much
:blows whiskey-soaked kisses: ♥♥♥
- Nathan: AWESOME! I'm Stalin. Called it!
- Pickles: I'm Nixon!
- Skwisgaar: I wants tos be Bill Cosby!
- Crowd: It's a hurricane!
- Nathan: Get me the weather bureau, bureau... bureau?
- Man: But that's where we are, sir.
- Nathan: Excellent, outstanding, good. I command you to destroy the hurricane.
- Pickles: Yeah! Use your weather controllin machines!
- Man: People can't destroy hurricanes, sir.
- Nathan: Alright uh, knock it off course, do that.
- Man: I'm afraid that's impossible, sir.
- Nathan: DAMNIT, we've tried everything.