Mom’s piggyback ride went poorly for her son.
Genre: Comedy
The Troll council approved the Internet for habitation.
She sent her husband to the dog groomer.
The empty pool was confiscated by the elderly.
“I’d call this your vacant lot in life.”
The demon’s hell involved long lines of people.
“I’ve got Georgia on my mind.”
“She’s taken.”
Her piggy bank saved her bacon once again.
“You’ve seen Djibouti?” “I’ve never seen anyone’s booty.”
Grandma and Grandpa turned out to be pirates.
“Inconceivable!” “That doesn’t apply to my uterus anymore.”
His heart belonged to her mother’s cousin’s friend.
The loading animation made him murder his boss.
“Your father nicknamed me ‘cheesy lumps’.” “Stop, Mom!”
“Cheese eater!” “Toast licker!” “Mom! Dad! Stop fighting!”
“You awake?” “No” “You awake?” “No” “You—” STAB
The earthquake at the jello factory lasted weeks.
“The end of cheese isn’t ‘extinction level,’ Bob”
She carved her boyfriend’s initials into the jello.
She ate the bran cereal with reckless abandon.