one-liners: now officially devoid of substance

• It's Monorail Cat. Yo, Monorail Cat.
  
• This conversation is absolutely delicious.
  
• And speaking of delicious. I fully wish I could grow muttonchops so I could have this conversation. I also would not complain if someone else wanted to grow muttonchops for me so that I could take the other part.
  
• Don't anybody think for a second that I've forgotten about the rat-tail, by the way.
  
• Dum dum dum da da da da da... just another modern guy.
• This is a perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect thing.
• And so is Paul Simon's Graceland. No, I don't care, I fucking said it.
• No. Way. Nuh-uh. Oh my god I need one.
  
• Monkeys, monkeys, Ted and Alice! Oh I am frisky today.
• I love the wind. More wind, please.
• I just found this thing that Shosh pointed me to a long time ago, and I am charmed all over again.
  
• Okay, none of that was terribly interesting and now I don't have anything more to say. Which is what I get for blogging three times in one day.
• Well, I suppose I could tell you the dream about my film professor. But I won't, because it (a) was not as feel-good as the one about Andrew Eldritch, (b) was even more disturbing, and (c) did not feature any awesome raincoats.