Shanna leans in toward a customs agent. "El baggage claim?" she asks loudly, slowly enunciating each syllable.
"Isn't he the most adorable thing you've ever seen?" Amber asked as she gazed lovingly at the burrito-wrapped crotch Nazi.
"I mean, one or two old-fashioneds, sure, but an entire fucking box? What kind of idiot can't comprehend maintaining a proper plain-to-frosted ratio is imperative?"
"This thing has so much room inside I could easily fit an entire Lego City Police Mobile Command Center and still have room for a few Duplos for the baby."
“In my twenties I couldn't make it past the first aisle, but the last few times I've gotten down to aisle five before anyone stopped me."