“People can connect with anything. That’s why I can pick up this pencil, tell you its name is Steve, do this. * breaks * And part of you dies, just a little bit inside.”
I felt bad for the phlegm. I ship phlegm and phlembelina.
I also love his friend’s just awe at the loogie. I miss getting psyched over how big a loogie is.
Pop pop!
There’s that one totally-not-Superman-based episode of Doctor Who where one of the characters does this with squeaky toys. Here’s the Doctor: Default state, alien and egocentric to the point of sociopathy, being given serious pause at the plight of a squeaky toy.
He knows the whole thing makes no sense at all, and yet… he doesn’t want that toy to squeak in “pain” again.
This is just a mucinex commercial.
Is that actually a saying people say? Never heard of it but it’s clever
I am old and this is the first time I’m hearing it. It does feel like something my dad would say though.
Bastard = born of phlegm that wasn’t married.
