If that unhoused dude couldn’t smell the main ingredient, he must have had long covid. And if he was allergic to peanuts or corn, that could’ve been his last PB&J.

Would it be more accurate to call those bombs “farm fresh” rather than “homemade”?

And those soft ass priest hands must feel amazing. I’ll line up for one of the Father Jackoffski specials right away.

One the planets largest landlords going bankrupt? I imagine they can cover the spread and still dress like trans-wizards until the lord returns.