
Ah, the joys of aging.

Ah, the joys of aging.

Snack compartment for life!

What was the acetylene torch for, anyway?

I don’t know why Meredith keeps asking me for help. I am not a helpful individual.

“On the other hand.” Get it? God, I kill me (assuming Meredith doesn’t first, anyway).

Ninja Steve is not careful when eating treats from someone’s hand.

Playing fridge Tetris would be fine if we just didn’t lose so many leftovers to it.

I’m just as surprised as you are that I’ve lived as long as I have with my attitude towards food.

Apparently Amazon sells tiny houses now. But where would you have them delivered to?