Almost there. Running out of time.
'Oh no. No no no. I can smell something burning. Smells like meat.'
'I was too late. Too late to save them. What have I done?'
At least it all ended well! For the theme, I mean. Not so much for Workin' Gherkin and his butchered family. Hmm. Anyway, who's in the mood for checking out some whimsically altered warning signs? Click right ahead, friends!
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
A real friend doesn't move until the middle of August, ensuring temperatures in the 90s and a humidity that turns boxers into moist balls of ruined cotton.
Expendable? You must be joking.
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