Ranked from “shove it into my plastic jack-o-lantern” to “every day we stray further from God’s light.”
Math has never been quite so tasty.
Birth time desired but not required.
Mostly because they’re tasty, but hey, also the planet.
Your move, Russell Stover.
We’ll take six dozen cornbread donuts, thanks.
Time to go back and win that spelling bee.
Ben and Jerry who?