Remember that time when the devil dropped off a box of snakes in the Walmart parking lot? Where is Samuel Jackson when you need him.
That’s odd. I thought the weird creepy lady in the neighborhood never left her big run-down house that all the kids swear is haunted.
Well, your day just got a whole lot better! You’re welcome.
That’s fine. Just don’t call me weird when I start carrying around a Philly cheesteak in my papoose. I won’t judge you on your relationship with food if you don’t judge me on mine.