Flatbread is the Ocean’s 8 of bread.
The only straight thing about me is my bingo card.
“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
You can’t keep a 200 year-old bottle of balsamic in your dorm, kids.
Just like Christmas, only there is no Santa, just a guy in flannel
Stella wrote “Cheech!” and we hoped for the best.
You’re going to get stuck talking to leaf people.
Few things make me happier to be gay than watching straight people on reality wedding shows.
Jurassic Park gave me the skills to survive in life.