Another horror staple. Between the monsters, demons, and other things that go bump in the nightâ€”which may or may not include zombie alligatorsâ€”I reckon Suze has the right attitude towards the great outdoors: theyâ€™re not all that great. Lock the doors, lay down some salt and just stay in your condos, folks.
Continuing the fine tradition established in Fatal Attraction, these critters always seem to get screwed in the deal.
You managed to check out of the Hotel California, but youâ€™ll always carry the scars, including the ruin of this classic comfort food. Youâ€™ve had to cut grilled cheese out of your diet too, just by association.
While weâ€™re on ruined foods: In my opinion calling these artery-clogging treats â€œdeep fried crackâ€ only adds to their appeal. Even demons are willing to kill for them. No, itâ€™s when the poor Biggersonâ€™s fry cook starts snarfing them straight out of the fryer that theyâ€™re totally ruined for me.
Short-lived and usually end in disaster. Hmmm. Maybe the Winchesters arenâ€™t so different from us after all.
Jerry Wanek, you can ruin my house anytime you want. The motel rooms on this show, which are ruined on a weekly basis, are genius!
The Gibbs brothers passed out slept in here last night.
Bobby thinks the birds are after him . . . Hey, if I got high in this room, Iâ€™d have nightmares too.