Simple, yet so effective. I now find myself contemplating all of the strange sexual connotations of meeting your future wife, daughter, mom (in multiple stages of her life / breast size), son, great grandfather and some kind of uncle, all in one trilogy. Sick.

I can't tell if he's upset, like is it a weight issue thing? Or is he retarded? Foreign? He likes hot dogs.

F*cked.

I wish you would die.

Of all the hilarious things that could have been under that parachute, Uncle Phil was, well he wasn't on the list of hilarious things. Not funny.