Okay I get it, you don't like crust! You're never eating pizza with me again.
Let me in dammit! When I need ice cream I need it NOW!
Don't be such a martyr. Are you going to insist on doing the dishes while we all eat you too? Ugh.
Look at that sadistic grin as he watches me cry. I hate that guy.
Why can't carrots and quinoa be the most delicious thing on the planet? My waistline hates you, DNA.
Just wait until a real woman comes along and slams your hand in the thing. I doubt she'll stick around to nurse you back to health, you big baby.