The river was running so we had to dam it up. It's all plugged now. I remember when plugs didn't just mean for hair- it's a damn shame that age comes faster than youth leaves you. Anyways, I was thinking about getting fast food later.

A man walks into a bar. He's not doing well. His wife left, his house burned down, and his car is quite literally, a nitrous fueled forklift. If this isn't hell, I don't know what is.

The churning. Butter. My guts. Yum yum in my tum tum.

Mama Mia, here I go again. I smoked a really lot amount. This was a big $40 blunt. Really too much, if I'm being honest. I feel like I've ruined my day, ergo. I think I'm gonna start using a bunch of malapropisms here. You're conceived, sir.

Kason Steakum keeps his heart rate above 5 for 30 minutes.

The invasion will not be silent. We will overcome. Yeah, and two small orders of fries.