LOCK-ON . . .

Are you saying that you're going to bribe me from becoming King of the Internet with a quarter? Deal. 

Why is it called wide if it's packed onto my screen? That isn't very wide. I'm suing whoever patented that name for false advertising. 

You want me to cum? Classy, Lalonde. The least you could do is take me out to dinner first. Bring it though, I'll get my shit right now and whoops your ass. Thems fightin' words. 

What exactly does "sort of" imply in this situation?  I want to sit here and bullshit to you about how I've been working on some amazing project that's going to revolutionize the world as we speak, but I've been watching Cardcaptor Sakura for so many days now.

So what's up with you? What's hip and happening, yo? What's the 411? What's the current dealio? Etc, etc, etc.

Alright, I suppose that'll suffice. I take what I can get. Thank you kind, grody, brody-like citizen. 

Only adoration? Don't skimp out on me, man.