Samgaming01

You're like a bag of Cheetos, all fun and games until someone tries to make a meal out of you. Your mom must be so proud of the 28 chromosomes she passed down to you, all neatly packed in a useless, unwashed sack of flesh. Your brain is as smooth as a baby's bottom, and your humor is as stale as a year-old bag of Doritos. But hey, at least you're not as bad as that one guy who thought it was a good idea to eat a Tide pod. You're a walking, talking testament to the power of natural selection, and

You're like a Walmart cashier, scanning people's groceries at a speed that makes the speed of light look like a turtle on Valium. Your jokes are as stale as a 3-year-old bag of Doritos, and your wit is as sharp as a blunt butter knife. Your personality is as exciting as watching paint dry, and your sense of humor is as dry as the Sahara Desert. But hey, at least you're not as bad as the guy who thought it was a good idea to eat a Tide pod. You're a walking, talking testament to the power of natural selection, and your existence is a constant reminder that the gene pool needs a lifeguard.