jim: that's some real aztec shit right there. (regarding a tamale)
jim: i'm trying to be less sarcastic on the internet.
jim: i was previously googling my lunch.
jim: i saw a picture of a dead whale with a hundred plastic bags in its stomach.
me: that's so sad. i wish you hadn't told me about that.
jim: that's reality. you just have to confront it.
jim: every time i see a church like that, i want to climb it.
jim: like Assassin's Creed.
jim: so i looked up "how to not be a misanthrope" on google
jim: i'm getting used to the finer things in life...like fancy dinners and pants that fit me.
jim: "congratulations, comrade." (after watching the Chinese gymnasts compete in the Olympics)
jim: you're just lucky i don't write down everything you see about corn pie hats. (regarding jim gems and my confusion about pork pie hats)
jim: your style has evolved from lots of flowsy muumuus to Coco Chanel meets Peg Bundy (on one of my more interesting ensembles)