There’s vomit on his sweater, he’s chokey
Grandma’s gnocchiSo close.
There’s vomit on his sweater, cannoli
And dad’s ravioliColder…
There’s vomit on the sweater he’s got on - Uncle’s Udon.
There’s vomit on his sweater, it’s green
Brother’s baked beansThere’s vomit on his sweater, from baloney.
And 2 coneysThere’s vomit.
L plus mid
I will never cease to be amazed at the insane nonstop power of that line.
It’s now a restaurant with a line of pasta sauce. Felt ripped off when Em didn’t hand me my garlic bread.
I always find it hilarious when certain lines in media break into the zeitgeist. There’s tons that come and go but some just last forever. I still hear “Bye, Felicia” all the time. Also, anytime the name “Jeff” is mentioned.
Maybe he needs to keep cool, give the guy some ice, ice baby
Stop!
Hammer time!
“you only get one shot”
Says the guy who blew his first shot
If I threw up onto my own clothes even a little bit I would go home and wash. That’s the only reason I’m not Eminim
Brother’s cannelloni?
Sister’s orzo?What?
Mom’s spaghetti
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