You can’t find them because you from 15 minutes in the future took them, duh.

That’s because he wants to climb to Mars on his pile of money, and right now it’s not quite high enough

It’s a foghorn

At this point in my life it mostly resembles the 10 hour cinematic masterpiece Paint Drying

You need a key though, which only the landlord has

I think you wanted to say “you f🦆k-cakes”

Aw, you shouldn’t.