“Hey Eddie, good to see ya. How’s your mother?”

“Who says i got a mutha?”

“Why Tommy, what have you been reading?”

We’re talking about a being that causes untold suffering for profit. Aka, a bloodsucker.

You don’t speak for everyone. Kiddo.

All glory to Space King!

And get these filthy girls out of here!

You don’t get out very often.

“It’s a titty bit nipply today. Best turn up the hooter.”

I’m liking the change I’m seeing: fewer CEOs.

Can’t murder a cockroach. Or a mosquito. Or a leach, or a bedbug, or a flea. You exterminate those.

Look around. Read the room. You don’t speak for “everyone,” kiddo.

It’s anecdotal, but i remember those stories floating around the first couple days after, as well.

The same day Thompson was killed Blue Shield backed off their announcement to stop paying for anesthesia during surgery. A healthcare improvement directly tied to that killing.

This made me far more angry than your frying pan, just gotta say.

What does King Koopa have to do with any of this?

“Hi, I’m the guy from the video you just watched. He’s a clipshow of the video you just watched.”

“LOOK AT ME CORPORATE DADDY! I STILL LOVE YOU! YOU CAN STEP ON THIS SNEK!”

-finitebanjo

You’re all over this thread, deepthroating the proverbial boot. Keep it up, but just know that no matter how much you lick and love that little foot glove, it won’t love you back.

“One dead CEO.”

“Many more to go.”

Just quoting my favorite construction equipment, please don’t ban.

“Hey Ross, when you were yelling ‘piv-AT piv-AT,’ what did you mean?”

Ever heard of the cable channel TLC? You might change you assessment…