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[Ello Sailor]

just mong out to some Snow Patrol.

This is how I picture psychobain's day to day life.

[E.H. Ruddock]

If you could live in a TV show for one week, which would it be?

Rick & Morty

[tommy]

If you could live in a TV show for one week, which would it be?

Rick & Morty

Hopefully you don't get cronenburged

[E.H. Ruddock]

Yeah i may rethink my answer. I also don’t want to get stuck in a Storylord episode

[dad]

it's either Growing Pains so I could have a goofy friend named Boner, or Seinfeld, where I can experience NYC with neurotic friends.

tough choice.

[Ello Sailor]

Dad sure does love sneans and jews.

[tommy]

Big Bang Theory so I can punch all of the characters in the face

[dad]

Dad sure does love sneans and jews.

i've made my bed and i plan on lying in it.

[spike]

The Jetsons, to determine if eating food pills for nourishment is actually enough.

[Bammer]

This thread used to be good.

I’ve never been so ashamed

[Higgs]

Big Bang Theory so I can punch all of the characters in the face

I appreciate this sentiment.

[E.H. Ruddock]

The Jetsons, to determine if eating food pills for nourishment is actually enough.

Plus Jane Jetson amirite

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Scrubs. JD wouldn’t have had a chance in hell with Elliot, plus her mom was Markie Post.

[spike]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

I don’t think that’s really an option for this exercise, mister.

[wease]

SNL or maybe Sliders

Would you be SNL host or a cast member?

Writer probably

You fancy yourself on par with Downey, O’Donogue, Franken, Davis, Odenkirk, Smigel, O’Brien, Daniels, Fey, Shuster, Handey, Brown… ?

[Ello Sailor]

Big Bang Theory so I can punch all of the characters in the face

Not all of them, but yes. This is a great answer.

[Ello Sailor]

The Jetsons, to determine if eating food pills for nourishment is actually enough.

Or just hit the treadmill and continue to eat what you want.