Help! I'm melting!
We're always penetrating your mom
Mom of kid: We don't believe in sugar. Me: I promise it's real. I've seen it with my own eyes.
Whispers into microphone* Please help me, I don't even know these people
I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU
BBQ Sauce
Tape velcro to the ceiling.
Plenty o' room.
The Diarrhea of Anne Frank
Sir that's a bed sheet "You have a lot of them! And they're packaged IS THIS GHOST HELL" This is a Macys
I'm melting!