And they both end with a disgusting feeling of regret.
Kraft, get on this idea.
Disney, you dogs.
I bet it is. Like, I will literally bet you.
Shots fired. Your move, Applebees.
Depressing but uplifting at the same time. My emotions are torn.
Also, my dad's all about both.
Oh damn. That's just plain evil.
A Titty Tornado ravages the titties and the surrounding appendages.
This is what happens when your best friend names their dog your future child's name.