All your base are belong to us.
You clone those lemons and make SUPERlemons!!
Don’t make me bitter. You won’t like me when I’m bitter.
Well you’ve left out the gin, silly. It’s all tonic and lime.
Because I ALMOST made it one full day without hearing that.
Rigel
Battle: bitter coffee or stale bagel. What better?
I’m not bitter. I’m just consumed by a gnawing hatred that eats away at my vitals until I can taste the black bile at the back of my throat. But I’m not bitter.
I prefer to think of it as “naivete-challenged.”
Because you forgot to say “With sugar on it.”
Like I always say, “When life hands you lemons…kill yourself.”
I’m bitter because my gangreneous arm fell off and I was just learning how to play ping pong with it.
Because the ongoing fight against ignorance seems to be taking a turn for the worse.
They were right.
Ignorance should be painful.
Bitter is as bitter blah blah blah…
Blessed are they that expect nothing, for they shall not be disappointed.
If I tell you I think this is true, will you tell me I’m bitter?
That’s why you’re bitter. You should have been using a paddle.
Bitter?
Parkay!*
:smack:
I’m bitter because I can’t code.*
When life hands you lemons, throw them at life’s head and yell, “VODKA, DAMMIT!!! I WANTED VODKA!!!”
I’m bitter because she’s setting the damn timetable and I want to kiss her already.