It's wear your little sister's jeans to WalMart day. Somewhere there is a button screaming. I have a strange craving for muffins.
"I will have one chicken wing, one corn dog, one french fry, one fish stick and can you please mix them all up in the same bag? Thanks." 
Carrot Top's illegitimate son buying bologna, thinly sliced of course.
Apparently someone's been dealing crack in the parking lot...
Worst. Luau. Ever.
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