Sometimes you have to read the fine print.
Return to dystopic sender.
Batteries not included.
Learning to eat your emotions early.
Life is beautifizzle.
The mail may be delivered through sleet or snow, but that doesn't mean it's going to be pleasant.
Seasons may change. But teenage boys do not.
I was already planning to, but thanks for the reminder.
Uncle Sam has something to be thankful for this year.
Woodwinds are sneaky like that.
Ah yes, the sound of chewing on Thanksgiving IS music to my ears.
No no, Thank YOU!
In fairness the local sheep have, like, no sense of boundaries.
Jingle in a half-bell.
Forget tongs, let's take this to third base.
Well, it isn't necessarily wrong.
There's a fire starting in my pants.
Work it out, kids or I SWEAR I'LL TURN THIS CAR AROUND.
What a brasshole.
She'd prefer it if he swallowed.
Go flick yourself.
Just Eat It.
Pop a wheelie or die tryin'.
This is going to look great with the Rise filter on it.