If I fits, I sits… even on your nose

I’m a premium loaf, not a breadstick

You’re about to be chased across the park

duckumentary of being iconic

Daydreaming the Oscar speech before writing page one

Math is basically magic

family reunion

That awkward moment when your kidnapping is a secondary issue

It’s too late to change; my whole life is there

If she says no, she’s not the one

fun-gi

Finally, a ballet move I can actually do perfectly

I’m the main character in a very confusing musical

Prepare for high winds and very short arms

Somewhere, Sarah is still talking about this…

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