And this butter knife isn't nearly sharp enough to cut myself.
Such a fluffy confection, such a sad existence. Oh the irony.
Left in the drawer to shrivel and die. What a sad fate.
Well maybe his mom loves him at least?
Why is the salmon the only one with a fancy reserved table and what does the dog need with chopsticks? I HAVE QUESTIONS!
I might as well just kill myself.
When you ask me to pay is it okay if I just leave you a pile of leaves?
Lighten up, Parker. Don't be such a baby!