scientists in the 50s were like I need to torture a monkey immediately

Mad scientists will be like "I know a place" and then strap you onto the autopsy table

only an autopsy if you're dead... please use the proper name for my vivisection table

*at a party* Hey the rest of us are gonna do some HRT in the bathroom wanna join

me: your hair is so messed up haha you should , like,go look in a.. Uh… vampire: Look in a what ? me: uhhhhh vampire: I want to hear you say it

*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?