Go on, Marge, take that meatloaf and shove it down his ungrateful little throat.
Those herbs I found in Jr's pocket make all the difference!!!!
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?
Now, it's very important that you get the filets onto the stove while the bastard's still screaming. It's not effective revenge if he can't hear himself sizzling.
A picture for this frame? How bout one of you in the damn kitchen making dinner for once..
That angel dust sure beats coffee in the mornings! Gives you the munchies, tho...
just add one cup of squee...