Except for the burrito child of course.
I just want to wrap myself up in this and call it an edible outfit.
Cannolis in a cannoli, delicious dreams in dreams!
Surprisingly, I'm managing to stay satisfied with this meager portion.
The night farts after eating this bad boy will be worse than Kanye's ego on the Concorde!
Harley didn't mention my name, I'm crushed! I guess I'll eat five gallons of ice cream.
The Child's Breakfast is so named because it weighs the same as a child.
Turn your back for five minutes to watch the game and she'll eat all your pizza. I warned you not to invite her, dude.