That's no moon... It's a Houston house. It's too big to be a house. I have a very good feeling about this.
Hello big person. Why is everything so big here?
How did parents actually deliver Christmas before Amazon did? No wonder they call us the softest generation.
Is that a island kitchen or the U.S.S. Sam Houston moored in your living room?
Any more excitement and we're in a Paw Patrol episode.
So Ryan, three taps like this is a fast ball, two quick and then one slower is a curveball, and banging the heck out of the thing is what you do at the ticker tape parade.
All this #outdooring is hard work, didn't anyone get a Switch in their stocking?
Aren't pool boys supposed to have a six-pack somewhere other than the fridge?
When I grow up I want to be just like you. I want my house to grow up just like yours too.
Let me tell you Pip, they look cute on blogs and all but there's no rush.
Here we go, the telltale signs of gentrification. Warehouse-style craft brewery with cornhole out the front.
But what's this, a new spin on the classic hipster brew hall.
The Rise of Skywalker. Turns out they're all related or something.
Dad what's a bayou? Ask your uncle, I'm sure he'll find a way to avoid calling it a stagnant, mosquito-infested creek. You know, like how Galveston is a beach and the Astros are World Champions.
It's getting hot and sticky out here, lucky I wore my underwear on the outside.
Look at those left coast liberals, wearing a helmet on a seesaw.
So BK, do your old people drive you to the point of exhaustion just so they can write about it on the internet?
So Aunt Rachael, which of the four ovens did you bake this one in?
So, which will come first, 2020 or the kids actually falling asleep?
Thanks for the hospitality Team Houston. Just remember, if you're going to steal signs, make it Rochester Street, Palmerston North.
Oh look, he's up 24-0 but he seems to have become a bit bogged down.
Does the Dark Side have stroopwafels?
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