1880s version of a “Nice Guy.”

He speaks the truth. That shit’s strictly enforced with a hefty tax penalty.

Hell, for that kind of money, could take a nice day trip to damn near any cheese factory in the state and stock up...

And you’d be right about that. I can’t bake for shit.

Fuck me, do these thing contain actual fucking truffle?

I live in fucking Wisconsin. If I want six months of good cheese delivered to my doorstep, I can get it for a lot less then three hundred fucking bucks.

Hey, my mom’s got one of these (albeit one she picked up for a hell of a lot less money at her local Younkers) and she uses them to make the awesomest holiday shaped sugar cookies.

Wow. It’s as if I could not do something like this with shit I can pick up at even at the tiniest Piggly Wiggly in Middle of Fucking Nowhere, Wyoming.

I kinda want to make these myself now...

Well, shit.

The only proper color for a car like this.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire....

LIU KANG!!!!

“Pants? Bah! We jump into snowbanks naked all the time after a winter sauna.” — Every citizen of Finland.

“My biscuits are burning!”

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