Dear Adam Sandler,
Why do you insist on spoon-feeding America this empty-headed crap? Aren't you better than this? Doesn't America deserve better than this? Don't I deserve better than this?
Oh, who am I kidding. This amazing craptacular is exactly what we deserve, stupid humans (and talking cats) that we are.
Sincerely…

Re: Chicago deep dish, Ricobenes on 26th street is the best. All the things that other deep dish pizzas gets wrong (too much tomato, the sausage patty, etc.) Ricobenes gets right.
Gazorpazorpfield Out!

Agreed.

Was it a talking horse?

What about me? What about some secrets about good old Gazorpazorpfield? Like how I'm Summer's illegitimate child from another dimension? Or that I really don't like enchiladas that much? Or that the arms coming out of my head allow me to drum with the immense power and precision of a young Neil Peart? Or that one time…

Where's 'Lil Blaster when we need her most?

Dear Dan Harmon,
Will you please hurry the f up so I can finally get my f-ing enchiladas?
Sincerely,
Gazorpazorpfield, Esq.

I tip 20%.
Unless my f-ing enchiladas take too long. Then I give the server a crusty old nada.

Cinnamon goes great on my f-ing enchiladas.

So sad. Such a talent.
Now where are my f-ing enchiladas?

McHale's work as Jeff Winger on Community was strong, so I support this choice.

The Gooker was H. U. N. G.

I'd rather see Hulk Hogan's penis the Gobbledy Gooker's.

Beeeeeeef jelly.

Where are my f-ing enchiladas?

Do you most identify with the philosophy of John Stewart Mill or Immanuel Kant?

Have you ever felt like you sold your soul?

Something tells me I'm into something good… Wait, that was Herman's Hermits. Doh! Oh well, where are my f—king enchiladas?

Game of what now?

It's great that the robot can pass the butter. Now where are my f-ing enchiladas?