If don’t have a sentence planned, I will sometimes start it with “students” out of sheer muscle memory.
The pizza seems to be only called that because of its passing resemblance to the Italian dinner pastry. The approximation of pizza by Messrs. Johnson and Hardwick is akin to an attempt by a five-year old to recount the plot of “Pulp Fiction” which has been told to them secondhand. I would say that the meal left me wanting, but quite the opposite was true. After experiencing their attempt at pepperoni pizza, quite possibly the simplest of dishes to prepare, the last thing I wanted was to attempt any of their food.
I’d shoot for Gordon Ramsay, but the staff gets pretty pissed if you shout at them like that.
Not entirely sure what possessed me to draw this one:
This is a flamingo and that is his opinion:
Education classes make me think about Edward James Olmos:
This exchange happened to me the other day. Monica, the girl behing the counter at the Lucky Cup, has apparently noticed that I purchase a soda from her ALL THE TIME:
I don’t know if the Halloween Store sells “Sexy ACLU” costumes, but I wouldn’t put it past them.
And the woman from “Short Skirt/Long Jacket,” seen on the subway: