Or you could wear a seatbelt. Just sayin’.
It’s like the soap version of Duck and Cover
Scary Clown + Crappy Candy = Bargain
Okay, so I guess I believe anything.
It says poison, but it’s really candy. Eat some. Yummy.
Does that mean I’ll get pregnant?
That sounds logical
Well, it looks like my plans for the brakes to fail and for you to die a fiery death have been foiled AGAIN.
Except for truckers picking up transvestite hitchhikers.
Yes, I’d like to return this ham.*
*that’s really my chopped-up dead husband
…and then the plane crashed and everybody died.
Just make sure that it didn’t come from the Sandusky yard sale.
It’s so easy that even conjoined triplets can play it.
You’ll always have a home. Well, at least until tornado season.
Maybe if she took that stupid thing off of her head she would be more productive. Just sayin’.
Why on earth would they name candy after an internet nuisance?
Hmmmmm…Somebody got the brake ad mixed up with the blow-up doll ad.
Really mister? Nails? Go ahead. I dare you.
I’m not all that great at Russian, but I think it says, “Look at my super-groovy hat you capitalist pig!
It comes with a free Norman Bates Fan Club membership.