He's got that smooth, smooth sociopath skin; monsters don't stress about anything.

Now I want a penis cake pan. Those are all hilarious!

The lighthouse still looks like a penis. A fancy, light-up penis, but still a penis.

So there is no way serving penis cake will not result in a hot load in the ass in one way or another.

My old maid status is looking more and more advantageous every day.

Also in "Why Not?"

I have a theory about people who become wildly successful/famous on the level that Steve has achieved: their relationship with their past, pre-fame and success, is an either or proposition. Either they embrace it. Or they shed it like a snake sheds its skin, leaving it in the middle of the road, to dry up and blow…