I thought it was this game:

Imagine ruining your marriage to go hang out at a sausage party.

Ah, you’re talking about logic and reason.

I cannot convince my wife to let us keep the butter out. I have tried for years, and sadly even this article will do nothing to sway her die hard belief in refrigerating this dairy product. On the plus side, I have given up putting butter on my toast in the morning. On the down side, I have given up eating toast for…

So perhaps the Chinese knock-off will be smoothed down over time as well...?

Probably a good idea to pass. I hear the smell from Lake Kickapoo is just horrendous.

Now I assume when I buy this land, I get digging rights to Poco Bueno’s grave, right? Or do I only get 75% of future grave-digging earnings as well?

Glacier’s are getting soft all over the world. We just can’t seem to keep them hard anymore...

I’m getting my 5 yo ready for the release of Episode 7 and he just finished the first six. His biggest reaction to seeing Hans in the trailer? “How did Hans get so old!”

Either I’ve grossly underestimated the distance to Pluto or there’s something wrong with this sentence.

Not to mention the most bad-ass, James Bond-esque landing technique...

No wonder I was confused! I kept looking for Mt. Sharp in the background and figured it was the crappy fishbowl lens that was obscuring it.

If LSD was as terrifying as that generator makes it out to be, no one would ever take acid. I guess it’s impossible to impart what an acid trip feels like by just showing an approximation of what an acid trip looks like.

I can think of a better all-female cast:

I’m going to venture that, if given the choice, ALL of those women having babies in fields would rather have them in an American hospital. I doubt they wouldn’t even complain about the hospital food.

Yes...he slightly misspelled cantaloupe by adding “b-o-o-b-s” in front and deleting “c-a-n-t-a-l-o-u-p-e” at the end.