I live under a rock, with furniture of sand. I tried to get a job, but was ultimately canned. I hung up the phone with an aggressive click, this isn’t the Krusty Krab this is

We're yellow-skinned and full of flair, A spiky head and donut’s glare. A couch we crash, a town we rule, Our satire’s sharp, both dumb and cool.

Used three ways, dishes two ways: One for dinner, one in an argument, and one for gym rats. Either way it was nice to meet you.

Where can large water-dwelling mammals only dream of graduating from when they grow up?

Why would I light that on fire? I’ve always just called it a bra, anyway. Wouldn’t she be mad? No, no, no! Bring your torch over here and light this!