Elderly me: I made my kids steak instead of hot dogs. Him: *gasps* You monster.
Gloves. Ha! Just kidding, I don't know what he got, he hasn't opened it yet.
His wife and kids.
Neighbor
With fade out and to credits.
I'm the wiener!
Exactly. Now let's talk about Fluffy
Me: Steak, please. W: How would you like that cooked M: By anyone other than my wife
Because the pot was calling the cattle back and the cows went back to the marijuana field.
Lots of very worried dogs.
Weirdo (weird dough).
You didn't hold down the pillow for long enough.