Awful shows like "Who Wants to SEE a Millionaire?" and "DATE… MY… PODIATRIST!"
Split it? You’re suggesting that we split the pleasure? That’s a good one. I’m laughing.
I mean, your boyfriend just seems like one of those guys who would step out on you, know what I mean?
The truth is that we have something you want, and you probably don’t have much choice.
The show would have no believability if the characters didn’t constantly talk about “flexing” and “yeeting.”
Presidents are coming along nicely. I watched as a tiny Grover Cleveland push, push, pushed his way out of a synthetic eggshell.
- A nine-year-old who will be upset later that there’s no gravy for his potato volcano
Prison is just the most advanced level of escape room.
Want to write haiku
Don’t have any ideas
Try again later
It’s good to look up the difference between “effect” and “affect” every now and than.
The show would have no believability if the characters didn’t constantly talk about “flexing” and “yeeting.”
Am I not a multi-million dollar painting too? I’m tired of listening to tour guides only talk about Starry Night.
Picture a spider eating a child, but now it’s wearing a tasteful little beret. People will ask, “Wow is that spider French?”
We applaud you for giving us something to do with our hands other than ball them up or masturbate.
"It’s a Wonderful Life When Compared to Everyone Else at This Bar" - George Bailey's guardian angel offers perspective.
My dead eyes do not say, “Someone help me! Management won’t let me retire!”
"So, how’s that so-called ‘job’ of yours going?"
