Who am I kidding, of course you're gonna finish it. Momma didn't print out a certificate tot he Clean Plate Club for nothing!

Do you also lick your finger and clean the last bits of flavor dust out of the bag? No, me neither.

I need the coffee to wake me up from the inside, not scare me awake with its terrifying face.

Doesn't all lager come with at least a modicum of contempt?

My brain goes best with cheesy grits, if you must know.

I don't really care what's on it. A sandwich made by someone else is always the tastiest.

Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman is always looking out for you, even at lunch.