A Bug’s Life, 1998
Fuck allllllll the way off
The fact that you even have to say it is proof enough.
Trying to prove a point to my mom.
joining tumblr for the first time now is like in movies when the city kid goes to the small small small town and someone there is like “we ain’t got nona that weefee or whatever but we’s got Jimbo who yells the news and that’s good enough” and points to Jimbo who is currently asleep on his rocker
Except for us it’s like “we ain’t got no al-go-rithm but we do have haiku-bot and that one destiel screengrab that tells us the news and that’s good enough”
Robin fully thinks that Dustin is a dog that was sent to obedience school and not a human child that went to summer camp because Steve talks about him like:
Steve, sighing wistfully: I just miss the little guy, you know?
Robin: ?
Steve, right after servicing ice cream to a guy: That’s my mailman. Dustin fuckin’ hates that guy. Goes crazy when he sees him.
Steve: *does not elaborate on Dustin’s long standing feud with the postal service*
Steve: My parents are actually kinda happy that’s he’s gone. They think he’s loud.
Robin, thinking of her neighbor’s dog: Yeah, they’re like that.
Steve: And the jumping, they hate that.
Steve: - bunch of chocolate. Got an upset stomach and threw up.
Robin: They can’t have chocolate.
Steve: Yeah, I know. He’ll throw up!
Steve: Dustin’s coming back next week. I think I’m going to get him a welcome back gift. Got any ideas?
Robin: Something that squeaks?
Boy, walking up to the counter: Hi
Robin: Hi
Boy: I’m Dustin
Robin, internally: *no one can ever know any of my thoughts ever*