Because wielding a spoon is for lazy, poor people.

They're just saying what we all know.

Next time I have a hangover I'll be wishing there was a tribe of ancient people living under my house who could build me a monument to nausea and whiskey shots just like this one.

That pit is for melting the butter and nothing else.

Fill it with crabs: CRABCEPTION! We need to go deeper!

Vicodin isn't the tastiest flavor of cake, but it sure does the trick!