Three tomatoes are walking down the street -- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and squishes him... and says, 'Ketchup.'
I am behind by five films. Please Dad, please let me start up my own Netflix account or I might just become the Baby Tomato.
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