When the sitcom from whence the phrase came has been off the air for over 10 years, how ’bout we just collectively agree to stick a fork in it.

I merely prefer to see my food, not see through my food.

Does that come in leopard print?

I wish someone could please tell me when this futile exercise in anthropological fashion would end. Rest in peace already cartoon human skulls.

This is an act, right?

I can’t think of any situation that actually demands a buck naked foot to show up unannounced in an otherwise fine piece of photography. Unless of course, that foot is enjoying an ice cold beer.

Get off my bike you F%#king Hippie!

Tapout? How ’bout Tap-in…..to that seldom used grey matter you have sloppin’ around in that half beaten skull ya got there.

I just want to know why I have to pay extra for your little meatloaf on a bun here.

Delicious, but way too rich for my taste.

I didn’t think there was anything that could make the musical stylings of Kanye West any more hideous. Boy was I wrong.

I’m assuming the name “I’m a Complete Douche Get Me Out of Here” was already taken.

Oh, I’m thrown back alright. To that one unsavory moment in time when all I had to drink was an RC Cola.

But seriously, who knew blatant irresponsibility could be so lucrative?

Considering the fact that I mortgaged my house and signed away my first born child to get into this little production, you’d think I might be spared the paid advertisements while I’m trying to enjoy my $75 drink, popcorn and Ju-Ju Bee combo meal.

I think this joke pretty much writes itself.

The only thing this is saving is the sheep I’m not counting.

I’m mostly just not sure how well this thing’ll reheat.

Oh, I get it. 8 kids, 8 legs.

Now I just lose sleep thinking about the sheer genius behind that one.

So this is what happens when you hire a clearly drunken sailor to re-design your once iconic logo.