Once you get your foot in the door, the idea of yourself and your voice had been taken over by leaches based on what’s popular or marketable. You’ve eaten out of the hand enough for it to alter your ability to think of art in any other lense.

Genuinely not even apposed to smelling like beer all day

I’ll be a dead sunuvabitch before I ditch my colt!

This last episode is guilty of the exact same phoney half joke whimsy that people got sick of Justin Roiland doing. This is basically his bit!

This is what they used to torture Sadam dude

If anything it’s Susie and you know it

Shut upppppp