I can't browse the clearance rack without thinking of the Reject Room.
I can't go to the mall without hoping I don't go to Mall Jail.
I can't think of Paris without thinking about being stuck with Yo Gabba Gabba
I can't listen to B.O.B. without thinking about sneaking out to go to their concert
I can't talk to my principal without hoping we don't have a similar page 738 of the school charter
I can't have an assistant. I want a worky time fun pal.
I can't go a day without saying, "I don't know how it works."
I can't go to a museum without wondering if it's a rash museum.
I can't ever forget True Jackson, President of Mad Style.