Rock Climbing.
You tell me you’re an MST3K fan without telling me you’re an MST3K fan. I’m bitter.
I like to hang out at the judo range
How many large mouth bass can you swallow? I’m up to zero…
I know a couple of guys who really do like pie.
I’ll answer any question for a RAM Chip.
It doesn’t matter where I am - in a long line at the grocery store, at work, sitting in a theater, or even during a Catholic Mass… but I frequently burst out with gales of sudden, inappropriate laughter, then stop, violently turn to the person next to me and shout…
“YOU’RE STUCK HERE!”
I know where the fish lives
Asking, “Didja see my butt?” after presenting like a mandrill
I whisper “Mitchell!” every time I hop a low wall.
I put my faith in Blast Hardcheese.
I politely but firmly ask everyone to stop and go up a shirt size.
I hike, hike, hike, hike my pants up.
Whenever I’m down, I think to myself- “At least I’m not an anteater.”
I’m ready for some football.
I moonlight as Turkey Volume Guessing Man.
I sometimes ask people: “Are you happy in your work?”
Lookie, lookie, lookie, look at my thorax.
I long to have weekly ontological discussions about the nature of puppets (and their symbiotic relationship to man).
Whenever a race is about to start, I yell out, “We’ve got racin sign y’all!”