Ipod, my @$$ Im NOT gonna lose another one in there...
You're sure I need the butter for the sauna?
And why did not you want me to eat the thyme and the spring onions?
Go on, Marge, take that meatloaf and shove it down his ungrateful little throat.
WHEN THE RECIPE CALLED FOR A SQUIRT OF JUICE, I DON'T THINK THIS IS WHAT THEY HAD IN MIND
Now how long do I cook this thing?
That angel dust sure beats coffee in the mornings! Gives you the munchies, tho...