I guess Gilbert Grape is eating eggplant.
I have this sudden urge to just throw darts at you and win a poster like one of those booths at a town fair.
Oh, you and a bunch of your friends grew fu-manchus for this party once and it was epic. This guy’s head is a fu-manchu! His head. Your silly party is even lamer now.
Often I find myself confusing Walmart with an appropriate place to walk your F***ING DOG! Tiny little precious Bella doesn’t need to be by your side 24-7, leave her at home for an hour!