You know when you end up puking sprinkles that it was a successful party.

Poor Bethel, Alaska thought they were getting a Taco Bell but it was all a prank. No worries, Bethelites, you can always fly to Anchorage for your digestional distress.

Let me in dammit! When I need ice cream I need it NOW!

I like you, chips. You can come home with me.

Well you SAID you were on a diet!

I'd rather get a pizza for my friends with only one slice WITHOUT super hot chillies so I look like a total badass while they're all losing their cool over the spiciness.

They're always sneaking up and multiplying on you.