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.
You've gotta wash those dreads someday man.