You can't do that, remember?
When you're expecting super hard rock candy and your mouth instead is filled with squishy, boozy jello, that's gotta be one hell of a shock.
He died for your noms.
Dreams do come true, the proof is in this never ending potato chip.
I'm never going to a dinner at Howard's house again. He KNOWS I'm a vegetarian!
That is all. Commence drooling.
No matter what flavor this is, all I'm going to think of is fishy fishy fish. Ugh.