He played chess, but she played galactic domination.
He played checkers, but she was playing chess.
“What’s going down, yo?” “Your likability rating, Sir.”
“What’s up, yo?” “Not my opinion of you.”
“Hello, Gorgeous.” “I prefer ‘Hello, aesthetically pleasing dude.'”
“Latest health craze? Arsenic. You’ll shed pounds instantly!”
The ship commemorating the Titanic’s inaugural voyage sunk.
Washed up comic versus elderly child star. Fight!
She couldn’t believe the positive press he received.
Mittens won the presidency without resorting to catnip.
“If I were weird, would you still—” “If?”
Even at his worst, he was still weird.
His grand scheme sputtered into a forgettable episode.
His betrayal stung her less than he’d hoped.
He brought her home to meet his beagle.
The dogs barked themselves hoarse at the apocalypse.
Eight words is all I’ll need to say…
The fantasy author lived deeply mired in reality
“She’s such a pretty cat.” “Who bites… hard.”
“Stolen cookies don’t equate to Pearl Harbor, Dad.”