It’s like you watched all of the flavors nominated for the next Coca Cola flavor, but they all tasted like beaver’s butt gland at a ballpark.
It’s like you told the story of winning a million dollars, but all you did was buy a Wendy’s and live across the street from your parents.
It’s like it’s your birthday! We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday! We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday! And you know we don’t give a **, it’s still your birthday!
It’s like talking really slowly about $1 fusion nacho fries fried in cold marinara sauce that regrows french fry hair.
It’s like you can’t get your car started so you just sit there and listen to this episode.
It’s like we have no idea what we’re doing after producing a show for four years.
It’s like 2019. Inside your fridge, you have frozen cereal, frozen egg balls, lettuce cups, old poke from a delivery driver, and hot baby food.
It’s like getting down with the sickness. You know, getting up and getting down with the sickness? Come on, just get down with the sickness. cough cough
It’s like a robot is reading lines for Mickey while eating the world’s heaviest ancient Egyptian fruit cake from the other Antarctica.
It’s like spending the whole weekend eating Froot Loops, oatmeal muffins, and fake Taco Bell items at their brand new location, but getting served from the drive through.
It’s like eating an entire advent calendar of chocolate in one sitting with your brother while doing Home Alone trivia.
It’s like you got stopped by the Fritter Police after you got your taters smothered, covered, scattered, smashed, and loved.
It’s like deep frying a turkey in Dr. Pepper while playing the Jumanji infinite runner, Animal Crossing, and Pokemon GO while drinking HUGE BUBBLES and buying Kyle gifts.
It’s like a eating full meal of Pringles, grilled cheese, Tesla burritos, and fake fast food secret menu items in a theater.
It’s like paying $30 to go to Disneyland and shake your phone at a self-driving car after driving all the way from Oregon with the Beatles.
Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Morning Show. I am your cohost, your ghost cohost. Kindly put those earbuds all the way in please, and get comfortable. There’s no turning back now.
It’s like accidentally ordering a Grand Slam while waiting in line at Nationals Ballpark and then just receiving a hot dog. Like, just a hot dog with nothing on it.
It’s like eating only saltine crackers for a week while a robot draws your blood to decide how many more saltines it should feed you at Beignet Fest.
Beignet Fest has been moved to Dece…
It’s like boxing up your old phone in a pizza box to get enough money to go to Red Lobster for Endless Shrimp cooked by Gordon Ramsay without any ingredients.
It’s like watching just Will Smith movies with a warm soda and pumpkin spiced popcorn with a beagle on your lap for the next two months.