The low whispered oinking of the haunted ham awakens you at 4am, the hamming hour.
Snakes full of cheese instead of poison would certainly improve the atmosphere at this church.
The Hello Kitty stickers on your woodchipper suggest that you’re whimsically murdery.
Crawling into a nice warm barrel of toxic waste and dissolving sounds so appealing…but is it worth the risk of developing super powers or some extra shit like that? So tired.
Making crop circles IS a full time job, Troy. No one gets funding to study aliens if there are no aliens to study. Duh.
It doesn’t come up often in the movie, but one weapon we have against Predator is a handful of glitter.
I think Grandma enjoyed giving everyone the wrong impression saying her friend Iris died by the needle when she was actually stabbed during knitting club.
A chinchilla infestation sounds more like a solution than a problem at this point.
Every day is a struggle to resist the overwhelming biological urge to throw a frozen watermelon into a hot deep fat fryer but yes, I’d love to help you plan a formal dinner party.
Cats mostly follow you into the bathroom to judge your technique.
HR wants to have a little chat about my electric fence.
I curse you with throw pillows that explode into more throw pillows every time you throw them.