If it’s a distinctive voice and you’re doing it for commercial reasons, you will get sued and, depending on how distinct the voice is, lose. Look up Tom Waits v. Frito-Lay. He won $2.6 million from them in 1992. Granted, that was a radio commercial, but that would be the main precedent. http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/communications/waits.html

Nice try, social media.

Dinner of THE GODS! (Peanut butter & Ritz crackers)

“Oh great. Where would I have put it when I thought I was being so fucking clever? It was an orange pen, maybe I put it by the fruit so I would remember it.”

Man, I was hoping this was Kendrick Lamar

“I can’t be racist! Both of my wife’s eyes are black!”

It was measured by YA MUTHA! GO SOX!

Creed Bratton from The Office (US version). Truly one of the greatest minds. Read more at www.creedthoughts.gov.www/creedthoughts

Who can keep track any more? If we want to talk at the scale of your friend, then I would bump it up to the 88 foot flagpoles and the About page of the White House. I mean, we already knew that he was a pedophile and on Epstein’s list; that he would support dictators, genocidal maniacs, and billionaires over the common folk; that he would destroy the economy for everyone but the rich; that he would willingly bend over forwards for Russia, that he is deteriorating from dementia and ailments of old age; that he’s constantly slapping his name on everything he can, so we might as well look at some of the smaller stuff. I think the most unsettling thing dealing with him in 2025 is that at one point Marjorie Fucking Taylor Fucking Green said some things I agreed with and I hadn’t had a traumatic brain injury.

I wish Unpacking had gone longer, but I’d be afraid it would either mean Sadie breaking up with her partner or packing up for her after she died. It was bad enough unpacking her in that jerk’s apartment.

I was going to say this, but I don’t know if my heart could take many more stories.

Yes. Ha! That was a lie! Which means that was the truth. Which means it was a lie. Which means that was the truth. Which means it was a lie. Which means that was the truth. Which means it was a lie. Which means that was the truth. Which means it was a lie. Which means that was the truth. Which means it was a lie. Which means that was the truth. Which means it was a lie. Which means that was the truth. Which means it was a lie. Which means that was the truth.

That seems like too much blood coming out at the start there. Petey needs a urologist.

Would you rather stop and think or be punched in the crotch?

“What does blue mean? WHAT DOES BLUE MEAN??”

Thanks for the color-coded tags - I now realize just how little I’ve looked into Voyager’s settings. Though this might interfere with my “Wait, is this THAT guy again?” game that I play.

Are children no longer needlessly violent? Back in my day, you frogged someone by making a fist with the second knuckle of the middle finger stuck out a bit and then you punched them in the meatier part of the upper arm or leg with that knuckle.

Nice try, IRS.

Looks like a war on Xmas right there

She might just think waiters and waitresses are scumbags. Though even if they meant deserve, she probably still thinks that. Man, what an absolute hangnail she is.