What’s worse than facing a robot army and killer drones? Public speaking!
Yep.. cool as a square, comatose cucumber.
Kirbee’s quite the “tiger” mom! Vaya con Dios, Jim!
Apparently, reality has a metallic taste..
And Spud knows who’s finger will get chopped..
You can sing her a song as a gift – “Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head” springs to mind!
Did Aimee ever see him as a war copter?
Entire tacos, or just taco shells?!
Yes, Jim, the schism does make your butt look big!
Baron, quit horsing around!