Look at you
And if I wanted to
I could see someone in there
Who’d like to be the happiest clam on the beach
But look at you
You’re the Angry Clown
Trying to push all the kids around
But there’s a flying horse that could change that course
Our weapons are love! Genis:
Justice! And... Kratos:
... Ugh... Hope
Gimmie a "Y"! Rikku:
Gimmie an "R"! Paine:
...Gimmie a break
: I'm not the cheeriest Care Bear in Care-a-Lot. Go figure.
General disappointment is only warded off by the defence of some little peculiar vexation.
As a Canadian person
, I never knew the greasy joy that is going to the Waffle House half-drunk on a Saturday night. We don’t have Waffle Houses up here (and please don’t ask if we have Waffle Igloos, because I really wish we did), so when I finally did get a chance to go to one, it was one of the best moments of my life. Yes, I cried. I cried sweet syrupy tears of happiness. Meanwhile, Eeyore’s cousin Kanye West
goes to the Waffle House and sits there like a grumpy toddler who was just told “no more juice”...Kanye is such a difficult bitch. He is totally that friend who gets all mopey in the car because he wanted IHOP and everyone else voted for Waffle House. Then when they get to Waffle House, he throws a mini-tantrum because they don’t have butter pecan syrup and orders “just water, I guess”
while everyone else gets ready to mouth-fuck an All-Star Special.
, "Only Kanye West Could Be Grumpy About Going to the Waffle House"