This is the only footage of The Oscars I've seen and I'm running it back like the Zapruder film watching Co-Writer dude's soul escape his body clearly not wanting anything to do with this.
Finding a chunk of hash in my $25 ounce of dirtweed was an even better version of the onion ring in the fries.
But that one time I got a chicken strip in my fries? That's the best, right there.
My favorite weather is turning the heat on until my feet aren't cold, cutting it then turning the box fan on low a foot away from me to take the edge off.