but that’s when I do my best thinking anyway
what does the bottom one taste like?
wheelchair grease, perhaps?
Thanks, Chef!
someone would still have to make some
unless they were waiting for someone to make some
thanks, Sarah!
just don’t shoot the messenger
or string me up by my nostrils
Thanks, DJ!
(go after him instead, please)
Now if I could just find the scissors
And move the cat from the middle of the wrapping paper…
Thanks, Jaime!
