Just in time for New Year's, it's a new Toast Patrol! This super-special plus-sized Patrol is devoted to the only thing worse than Twilight-- the frightening people who love it.
imp.toast: Some trust falls are less trustworthy than others.
Pither: This is what I am in the sheet!
Forrest Gumption: It looks like... Woodstock.
Forrest Gumption: But instead of hippies, it's... it's... hapless.
Forrest Gumption: Hapless girls.
Pither: (hiss)
Forrest Gumption: Wait!! No, now I know... they're feeding him!
Forrest Gumption: This is the pagan ritual.
Pither: What are they feeding him?
imp.toast: Subway?
Forrest Gumption: A Subway sandwich and a non-believer!
Forrest Gumption: The camera man is dead! This is a crime scene.
imp.toast: That explains the fence in the back.
Pither: So this is what a time-out is like.
Forrest Gumption: Two things that make me sad... crammed together.
Forrest Gumption: Like a Reese's cup of depression.
Pither: She looks like Romeo longing for Juliet.
imp.toast: She looks like Romeo longing for Little Debbie.
Pither: What is she sitting on?
Pither: Oh wait, that's her tummy.
imp.toast: My question is, what is she not stalking?
Pither: Well, here's my thought... one needs to have two capable legs to stalk properly.
Pither: Hence... yeah. No stalking.
imp.toast: Ah... so if she can't stalk, NO ONE CAN.
Pither: OR, she's just really in dire need of informing the masses that she ain't doing it.
Forrest Gumption: I was unaware they made tents in "hemisphere" sizes.
Forrest Gumption: Is that a 2 liter of mayo in the cup holder?
Pither: It needs to recede into whence it came.
Forrest Gumption: This is that crab that the Chinese believe creates the tides.
Pither: She seems to be dwelling in a village of similarly-abled organisms.
Forrest Gumption: The only possible answer is that this is that arsenic-based microbe.
Pither: Jabba the Hutt is going to sloth by any minute and throw spurs at her cheeks, in wishful hopes that she will pop.
imp.toast: Then HE will be fattest in all the land!
Forrest Gumption: She's holding the tail of a defeated unicorn. So...you know, Jabba versus Unicorn Murderer.
imp.toast: How is that not an internet game?
Pither: Jabba is pitying this creature.
Pither: Even he is going, 'Jeez, you could eat AROUND the fat.'
imp.toast: I think it's important to point out that she's brought all this upon herself by being a crazy Twilight fan.
imp.toast: We're not 'fattist'.
Forrest Gumption: She's fattest.
imp.toast: Really, there's no evidence that these are Twilight fans, but the picture was labeled 'Twilight fan' and I can't help but believe it.
Forrest Gumption: oh-mum-jibay, OH-MUM-JIBAY...
Pither: Funnily enough, my first reaction was HEARTS ON FIRE, HEARTS ON FIRE...
Forrest Gumption: This man hates flesh.
Pither: LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE.
Forrest Gumption: I think only that child will survive the obvious mass suicide.
Pither: The boy is scarred for life and for death.
Forrest Gumption: He knows both are in danger.
Pither: This man is a problem. He seems to emanate unawares-ness.
Pither: Only the boy is even taking notice of him.
Forrest Gumption: IGNORE ME!!!!
Pither: I feel like I know all of these kids from freshman year high school...
Pither: And none of them I wanted to remember.
imp.toast: No, I think there's at least one middle-aged mom in there.
Forrest Gumption: My hope: the boy on the right loses his tongue when any random, flailing hand hits him in the jaw.
Pither: They have never seen a camera before... they want to see it with their hands.
Forrest Gumption: Many of them seem to want to poke the camera man in the eyes, three stooges style.
Pither: Look at the guy behind the guy that loses his tongue when any random flailing hand hits him in the jaw... "idunevenohowigaaahhthere..."
Forrest Gumption: The others are in an intense game of Duck, Duck, Goose.
Pither: It is a flock of geese. Such an occurence should nary take place in the game of Duck, Duck, Goose.
Pither: These people are a threat to children and family games everywhere.
Forrest Gumption: This game is way out of hand.
Forrest Gumption: Or rather... full of hands.
Pither: And deathly terrible puns.
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