#9 Gimme a big kiss, stud muffin. BTW, you missed a NINE, dorkball.
#12 It's the pretzel that kills me. You'd think they could throw me a beverage once in a while, but no.
#23 Apparently Cousin Eddie thinks so. I hear I'm up to about 900 lbs. now. And the guy's name was Mr. Creosote, and the movie was Meaning of Life.
That does it. I'm gonna assplode right about here....