the defibrillator toaster…my mom would be so annoyed…every morning I wou
the defibrillator toaster…my mom would be so annoyed…every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming, “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!” “DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!! NURSE, WE NEED 12 CCs OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!” He’s bread, Jim. Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M. If we don’t restart his heart, he’s toast! JESUS CRUST. JAM IT! “Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.” (Definitely pinned this for the description.)
