It’s still early, but if the projections hold—and they should—Jimmy now sits comfortably at seven apples. Not a huge margin, but a significant one.
Awful shows like "Who Wants to SEE a Millionaire?" and "DATE… MY… PODIATRIST!"
How about we all start acting like adults and take this seriously? Does your heart not beat for your nation (green)?
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.
💒👀So, HOW did we build such a LOVING RELATIONSHIP? 👀💒 Here’s how 👇
I know, it’s fucked up. And I do not envy whoever has to go toe-to-toe with that buffalo of a man.
The hole for my mouth is pretty much only there for novelty reasons. No matter how hard you push, none of your cups or plates will ever fit.
This is progressing faster than I can manage—remember, I’m a marathon, not a sprint.
When you sing to your baby please use public-domain music.