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.
Don't get cheeky with me, mister. I'll bite your face off!