An Orangutan’s Review of the Restaurant He Just Broke Into
It had just recently opened the moment I turned the corner, as I have no object permanence.
It had just recently opened the moment I turned the corner, as I have no object permanence.
Having never been to a mandatory restaurant before, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Marshall-Chase-Spiderman-Sit-Down-Now was delightful!
- Both fell off trucks at one point. - Neither speaks French.
The restaurant would tell you that a lot of my experiences were colored by my sloth, but I disagree. This could happen to anyone, even the slothless.
I didn’t help break into the Banco de España to see these delicious snacks I’ve generously prepared go to waste.
If you find yourself eating our classic pot roast and one of our comfortable and sturdy chairs flies by your head, please do not be alarmed.
The history of the present Control by mom and dad is a history of repeated standoffs in the kitchen and plates that have too many colors.
Oh McNo. I’m not McFeeling so McWell. My McVision is all McBlurred and I have a McPain in my McAbdomen.
No more acting like you don’t want guacamole or pretending that if you get guacamole, it’ll make you too full.
Having many strangers come to my home was a poorly thought-out concept, and adding alcohol to the mix surely would have created hellfire.
Some things just can’t be fixed with free waffle fries.
Pomegranates? The fruit of the elite. They hold onto their seeds like "La La Land" tried to hold onto the Oscar in 2017.