They say the recipe for Sprite is lemon and lime. I tried to make it at home. There's more to it than that.

I ordered a club sandwich, but I'm not even a member. "I like my sandwiches with three pieces of bread." "Well, so do I!" "Then let's form a club." "OK, but we need some more stipulations. Instead of cutting the sandwich once, let's cut it again. Yes, four triangles, arranged in a circle, and in the middle we will dump chips." "How do you feel about frilly toothpicks?" "I'm for 'em!" "Well, this club is formed."

I have a Sharpie. I love Sharpies. You know what they say on them? Not for letter writing. That sucks. Now I have to communicate with my dad using numbers.

I want to ride in a cold air balloon. "This isn't going anywhere!"

My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.

I'm an ice sculptor. Last night I made a cube.

I remixed a remix, it was back to normal.