Trauma, Before I Go to Sleep, Playmaker (kind of)... If you love yourself only watch the one in the middle, Trauma and Playmaker are hot garbage but Firth is okay(ish) at being a villain.

I’ve got to say that I’m proud of myself for sitting through the whole. Entire. Video. That was absolute torture.

It just. Won’t. End.

It’s so dorky and the extra footage never makes it anywhere. That’s the only thing about Max that’s a little grating.

The best thing about Max is the look of quiet glee he gets whenever some crazy twist happens. He’s like a kid in a candy store, it’s great.

I’m not the one hating, lol. A couple of warm Krispy Kremes and a bottle of chocolate milk and it’s like I’m a kid again.

(I wanted to say that but then I saw that Kevin had taken the picture himself and I felt bad.)

I somehow trust your grandmother’s recipe, lol. This? This is not good.

I tried to have an open mind but the texture (as seen in the header pic) is just... No.

YES. They changed their fries to that garbage sea salt bullshit and their honey mustard now comes in packages that make it taste like plastic. And Wendy’s used to be so good, too.

THEY HAVE A PEPPER BAR.

HEY. Krispy Kremes fresh from the conveyor belt are the best thing in the world.

I won’t hear this Johnny Rocket’s slander. Their shakes are pretty good.

The kind that tastes like cough syrup? Extremely hard pass.

Until the popcorn chicken gives you the worst food poisoning you’ve had in your life and you’re crying on the couch and throwing up into one of those Jack-O’-Lantern Halloween buckets.

I agree except for the cheesy tots and whatever magic they work to make their grilled cheese sandwiches so good. Seriously, I’ve never had grilled cheeses like Sonic’s, it’s absurd.

...Of course that’s the case. Nothing gender-specific re: medicine can surprise me anymore after some of the experiences I’ve had.

The lunches my parents made me until I was old enough to do it myself were so boring. I would have killed for something like this.

All I’m saying is that I know her from those weird knock-off movies with previews that shilled for Heidi and whatever else Shirley Temple was in. I’m not implying that anyone older than me is, well, decrepit, I promise. :)

I could have gone my entire life without hearing the phrase ‘she-shed’. Man cave is already bad enough.