The service at this airport restaurant is so bad I'm starting to panic that I'm a ghost.

The service at this airport restaurant is so bad I'm starting to panic that I'm a ghost.

Oh man, the car could just burst into flames right now and this would be the way to go, huh guys?

Sarcasm doesn't read sarcastic in print.

Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.

I would imagine that Bret would taste like a warm goat cheese, and Jemaine would taste like harvati with dill. Hmm...I'm hungry actually.

I think I've always had a disconnect from what I'm supposed to be like.