"This is…a little bigger than I was expecting, to be sure."
"I told you it was a big flea problem…! Can we call the exorcist now?”
"I don’t think the exorcist can help— I think it’s radioactive."
"Yeah, great, he can wear a hazmat suit. Whatever, Science Guy, I’m calling him."
Carlos tried applying an amplified flea repellent to the critter.
Three interns were lost in the ensuing catastrophe.
An oldie but goodie. Look at Mr. Serious Science. Goodness.
Gushers sandwich with Fruit by the Foot as bread.
This is it. This is what I became an adult for. To be able to go down to the grocery store, buy a box of fruit by the foot and a box of gushers and make this and not have anyone tell me I can’t.
I’m pretty sure had she been the one holding the mike, she could have dropped it like a fucking boss at the end there…
These are the major questions of our lives.