This one’s an absolute banger.

I’m sorry but the tiny night goblins already have it hard enough, now you’re calling out one of the few places made accessible for them.

I’m disappointed.

I’ll be real with you, that is one really nice lake.

I don’t care for the taste of any pickles at all, myself. It’s a personal failing. But I can appreciate them on an aesthetic level it seems because that’s a neat sign.

It’s actually become a pathological need at this point, and it’s starting to impact my relationship.

I’ve just now discovered through intense experimentation that they sound basically identical but my mouth moves differently depending on which I’m saying.

In fairness few men can pull this look off quite as easily as Johnathan “Dumpling John” Johnson.