I was Biden my time, but the time is Nye.

Take her to paladinner and a movie?

(Sorry.)

Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting "vintage alternative" music and it was fucking "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers.

Vintage.

I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.

Ahhhhhh....look at all the blonely bleople...

This isn't even my final formal.

I hate that I don't have an argument against this.

After "fear of getting ridiculed or mocked" I'd also add "or told you're going to go to hell."

Ugh.

"Sweet deal."

Crypto-whatsit? Is that something from one of Bobby's vid'ya games?

It's a new form of money, Hank. VIRTUAL MONEY.

Well, excuse me, Dale, but here where I live, in the REAL WORLD, we already have a perfectly fine money. It's called AMERICAN DOLLARS and it works just fine, I tell ya h'wat.

You say that now, Hank, but wait until the cyber-swarm-uprising of 2034 comes and replaces your precious "real world" with a virtualsphere so indiscernible from what you think you know as real! Wake up and see what's coming on the horizon!

Can you see me kicking your ass on the horizon?

Elder millennial here.

"When life promises you lemons as a child and drills into your head the importance of preparing to make lemonade because the lemons are coming and you've got to be ready and get the sugar and the water and the ice ready because you're totally gunna get those lemons and have a lemonade-based future of stability and fulfillment and happiness, prepare to be blamed when the lemons don't arrive."

Oh, don't mind him. He's just going door to door, asking people to join his religion.

Jenova's Witness.